Inside my hip a mother bird
is still constructing her nest—

 

beak against pelvic bone, scraping
as she arranges twig upon twig, little

 

splinters in the hollow where
once my own child ripened. She pains

 

me, flying in & out of my scaffolding,
perching upon her eggs, she pushes

 

down, brooding, sinks deep
her grievance into my skeleton,

 

the fickle framework of what
remained after birth.

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Geula Geurts
Geula Geurts

Geula Geurts is a Dutch-born poet and essayist living in Jerusalem. She is a graduate of the Shaindy Rudolph Graduate Program in Creative Writing at Bar Ilan University. Her mini-chapbook Like Any Good Daughter was published by Platypus Press. She was a finalist in the 2018 Autumn House Chapbook Contest. Her work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Pleiades, Tinderbox Editions, New South, On the Seawall, Blue River Review and Counterclock. She works as a literary agent at the Deborah Harris Agency.

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