In identical girls a group moves out
From The World to world in its other
Light. And clout. Closet we all come
To and open. Grow pinker to the splay
That mothers mine though uncolored. In
This, we are inked into. In some ways rightly
But betrayed. There is no word or entry
Or end to the engendering underwhelm
Or otherwise throated depth of them.
The girls of which I am bluntly one.
Nubby with my tucked-in two-fer moving
For to erase the redding sea but dumbly. Horn
Blow your answer. Wind return to center
My legs. How do I look. How
Do I look like the hook my body even
Newly free careens towards.
Anne Marie Rooney is the author of Spitshine (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2012) and The Buff (The Cupboard, 2011). Born and raised in New York City, she currently lives in New Orleans, where she is a teaching artist.
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