Atlas As Woman

I. The barista calls me ma’am because I am makeupless—the pink of my Polish skin and the South’s sun spots pocking my cheeks— and my wide hips are in yoga pants on a Wednesday, mid-morning. I easily ask about milk alternatives because I have learned the language of passing for calm and unconcerned with guns. […]

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SOMEONE ELSE MADE YOU EXIST

image credit: Gabriel Max Starner see the original photo of Hannah hear Hannah read below: —After Gabriel Starner, Heather Hayden, & Max Anderson I. I wear the long shirt that slides off the shoulders—the one that covers the core: a second skin, unconstructed. The one I feel most naked in. II. Tell me how to […]

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On Moving Back South

  We  left            behind the cactus        and the quiet           moss    already echoing    in the early morning           We are sailing back                 into war            into the flags               I watched my grandfather treasure                  into the closing courts     the righteous rage     When you and I met                we said    in […]

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Crossroads

“If I could stir I could break a tree— I could break you.” —H.D.’s “Garden” Once I thought there were two kinds of Southern women the ones who stay and the ones who leave I thought it was a choice and an easy one that any body could plough through the humidity could scrape a […]

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STATUS UPDATE

After Rebecca Lindenberg Hannah Baggott is remembering when Facebook was all state of being and where you are. Hannah Baggott is making lamb stew, but will never ask you to dinner. Is out to coffee, but isn’t telling you where. Hannah Baggott I remember when is disappeared. Hannah Baggott My name is becoming a curse. […]

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To My Poetry Students

Hugo and I will say we’re teaching you to write like us: he’ll tell you to lock up your chorus girls in a silo. He’ll say don’t listen if you don’t want to. I’ll tell you this: Maybe hell isn’t so hot. Maybe Sappho meant for us to find her fragments—all that desire too much […]

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