Margaret Saigh is a writer, dancer, and educator. She is the author of the chapbook CROSSED IN THE DARKER LIGHT OF TERROR (dancing girl press 2022), a graduate of the MFA program at the University of Pittsburgh, and the creator of circlet, a virtual poetry workshop. Her poems are forthcoming in Apricity Press, A Velvet Giant, and The Champagne Room, among others.

METAPHOR

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I was busy walking up the hill

Spotted lantern flies smashed into the pavement

I was on the way to a doctor’s appointment where I eventually learned I have a hyper mobile colon

There’s something baroque about love

Do I think of God? No. I think of my body

as a heavy crystal of salt. I feel guilty

for killing them. I stomped one

and Zadie flinched at the noise

Thirty acorns falling in the woods

The blaring cable news all day

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from my neighbor’s apartment. I glimpsed inside once.

A handle of vodka on a cluttered side table

Perhaps I am lonely.

Today I saw a snake slithering across a tree trunk

At first I thought it was the draw string from a sweatshirt

I guess I have this compulsion to see things other than they are

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GIRLS LOVE TINY THINGS

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I had a dream a matriarch died and checks were past their expiration

angry that I’d wasted money and no one mourning her

I found a moist towelette in a rain jacket

I’d taken it from JAX in Killington Vermont

where we ate black bean burgers with gusto after hiking the peak

my mom bought me the rain jacket, which is the color of a pool of European butter

girls love tiny things

talcum particulates on linoleum

bath salts

your sugar scrub face

A woman holds an item of shape wear up to the camera

“I ordered a large, no way this will fit.”

There’s a cut. Then she announces

“my tits look gr8”

girls love tiny

BUSTY WOMEN SWEAR BY

It’s an ad but it feels like a friend

I may or may not click on it

I am not busty

I do not always feel particularly womanly

the tip of my pen leaks on the page

at the gynecologist we talk about bagels while the RNP swabs my vagina.

Strings look good! Girls love tiny. Best loved stories?

I got nun

a head scratcher

a rock from the Southwest that made him think of you

creation, dollar bills, a coffee percolator

cum dither take a shit

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