I knew inside her in my blue shell girlbird waiting for my egg tooth to grow she warmed me her first clutch her weft wormed my mouth ropes of milk of grandmother great-grandmother protein mineral moonroot I was of her my spine her fingernails her pores my voice her hair seastring binding us mussel & rock I fledged I feathered in the lee of her I suckled at her skyblood when I was born I asked her who would I be she stood next to me in the mirror she showed me our body
Arielle Kaplan is a poet and educator from Philadelphia. She holds an MFA from Boston University, where she was the recipient of a Robert Pinsky Global Fellowship in Poetry. She is a member of AGNI’s editorial team and teaches writing in the Boston area. Her poetry has appeared in The Adroit Journal, Bellevue Literary Review, Plume, Rust & Moth, and elsewhere. Find her at ariellemkaplan.com.
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So beautiful. Not a mother myself, I often think about this question...
the cosmic and minuscule mother lode of this. and the stunning language. oh, oh, my.