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The Bird in My Ribcage


     The bird  
              
in my ribcage
                        
flutters
like a heart.      

It dances,
         
pecking the fig
                   
in my throat. 

The wild-weeds
         
and vines
                   
tangled
to my spine
         
are its nesting place.

It drinks
          from the well
                    of my womb. 



Lost


I am forgetful as a stone. 

These scars
             
of unknown origin—
             
I cannot recall

what I have given
what has been 
              
given to me, 

or why I am     in the world
even as I make a path 
             
             
to dying. 


Clare L. Martin
is a poet/mother/wife, a graduate of the University of Louisiana at Lafayette and lifelong Louisiana resident. Clare’s creative writing has appeared in Avatar Review, Poets and Artists, Blue Fifth Review, Referential Magazine, Scythe, and Literary Mama, among others. Her poems have been included in the anthologies: The Red Room: Writings from Press 1, Best of Farmhouse Magazine Vol. 1, and Beyond Katrina.  Her work has been nominated for Dzanc Books’ Best of the Web for 2011, and previously for Best New Poets and Sundress Publication’s Best of the Net.



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