Sharp Woods
In silence, I watch my body retrieve—
pulling itself sunken in the river & picked off
the foliage, dominated.
I taste my throat chase it with the pit
in my stomach— bombs settle.
On my own, I find little treasures, a cave
beneath the sinkhole, the Earth’s
core reservoir. I recreate the world
for myself.
Be: a stone on the tracks cut hair
for gardens the highest diving board—the desired
threat. Be: too much pool
blue-bashed back a scooped-out constellation.
Annie Cigic is a third-year student in the Rhetoric and Writing Studies PhD program at Bowling Green State University. She received her MFA in Poetry from BGSU. Her work can be found in Gordon Square Review, Into the Void, and Driftwood Press. Her poem “Afterlife of a Dumped Body” received a 2021 Pushcart Prize nomination.
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