Elizabeth Leister


Tiny Coffin
.

We crawl
in dewy grass, gather
rotten apples.

I tell my sisters
about a girl
secretly gave birth,

hid the baby in a
shoebox, never
returned to class.

We giggle
a story of a lady
sewed a gown of chintz.

Black widows stitched
inside careful seams
seeming protectors.

Bloomed poison red
dots across
her belly.

When I thought
I could be
a mother

was too late.
Under shadow
of mature trees

sour brown
fruits
fill baskets.

We make
cartwheels
on the clean lawn.

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Elizabeth Leister is a poet and artist who conceptualizes uncertainty through a feminist perspective on the body across real and imagined landscapes.  She received an MFA in sculpture from Bard College and lives in Los Angeles.
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