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Poetry by Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick
Francine Learns How to Open His Heart with Her Teeth
Francine counts the times she disbelieves herself and says she’s sorry. Francine believes her body should be praised. Somewhere I’m a river, she writes. St. Gabriel is inside me. Francine counts I’m sorry’s before bed. I wrap them in blankets, she writes, then send them down the river. St Gabriel praises me at night. Francine counts the times she disbelieves herself. I say I’m sorry to my body, she writes, I say it should be praised. I say one day the flood will come.
Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick graduated with her Masters in Fine Arts from Sarah Lawrence College in 2010. She recently completed her first full-length manuscript of essays and poetry and has a chapbook in print. She is the resident poet for Port Yonder Press' online magazine Beyondaries
and her work has been featured or is upcoming in journals the US and UK, including: 3:AM Magazine
, Night Train
, Sein und Werden
, Menacing Hedge
, Sugar House Review
, among others. She writes in the deserts of West Texas.
Volume 2, Issue 1
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