FANZINE

Serious Girls

A hummingbird
can’t haul — Lorine Neidecker

Bird bodies, not wings,
but not without them

Taking a body to know a body
Being with body with child

Noise the bird made, beautiful
to mean her two eggs gone to nothing

Only at first is our body empty,
unlocated. We fill fast

limbs and the joins of the body
from sponges to tissues to certainties

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_{Rachel McLeod Kaminer grew up in the Appalachians & lives in Los Angeles. Work appears in OR, The Laurel Review, Open Review Quarterly, and limited-edition letterpress chapbooks from Archteype. She also writes at racheldoinglines.tumblr.com, Wet Crossing, and Partial Tongues.}