By Brittany Corrigan
This is the week the heart starts
beating. Little bird, little lizard,
little princess pea. Small round
stairway of spine. Small cleft
body. Small ache in my belly.
Everything moves over--
my insides rearrange.
The heart
starts beating. My insides rearrange.
Previously published in Literary Mama, May 2012
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