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Megan Gannon – Ⅰ

First Excuse 




Every plant poised

at the point of its own

opening– petals

folded like mouse-ears

downy and thinly fleshed,

fruit hard with un-loosened juice,

every animals’ eyes shallow

with un-narrowed light–

I remember the world

was new but also

unyielding.  I started

performing minor

surgeries, testing

how my teeth broke skin,

how my finger slid inside

the hasp of a pea’s green seam,

unclasping one by one

its tender contents.

Is it any wonder I wanted something

to bear more than the name

I gave it, why I entered her

body new as unbruised fruit

that never gathered enough

weight to fall?