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  You could have a big dipper   

Normally by Sheleen McElhinney

I do not yield to fingers tucking

A flower behind my ear. I do not

Blush a pink burn. I do not downcast

My eyes for anyone. But you--

I am ashamed.

I could unzip my skin like a dress

and point to the buzzing,

a hive of bees making honey

In the organs for you.

If this is a love story, I can’t hear it.

Not over the sound of my own heart

guarding its queen.


Sheleen McElhinney is a poet, baker, robot maker living in Bucks County, Pa with her family. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Whiskey Island Magazine, Dogzplot, and Poetry Is Currency. Her debut book, Every Little Vanishing, was the winner of the Write Bloody Publishing book prize and will be released this October. She tweets @SheleenMc

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