An Exploited Body


You claim it’s a dwelling grasp. I still fall

out of a tree—naked & thick,


hauling myself to beat

exposure. I fill myself in


in desperate clusters. Unable

to find a deep hole for my body,


I turn over the earth & rip the ocean

floor—give a final blow


to deprivation, hunt dead & run large

in the streets. I lurk


in hives, collect & attach you

like an eyeball—a blind silence.


I search for bony bundles

& drain my body—an empty constant.



The Day of My Wedding


I stayed inside because of the rain.

From behind the bay window

I watched a funeral & a family



I watched a wild horse

run away from the field—

gaining freedom to ground



The grass webbed with dew

for the rest of its days.

Sewers overflowed

& cars stopped passing



For the rest of my days

I watched a child

fall backwards at the bottom

of the staircase, just out of my




Annie Elizabeth

Annie Cigic is a second-year student in the Rhetoric and Writing Studies PhD program at Bowling Green State University. Her research interests include critical pedagogy, community-based learning, advocacy writing, and student agency in writing assessment. She received her MFA in Poetry from BGSU. Her poem “Afterlife of a Dumped Body” is nominated for a 2021 Pushcart Prize by Driftwood Press.

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