colleen O'Connor
Mascara |
I like to think
there are spider legs stretching from the edges of my eyes and when I think of spider legs then I think of spider eggs sacks swollen with pasty beads hundreds of them that I could smear on toast sometimes I remember that the female of me lives in my center that there are parts of me hatching that I can't even see that even the smallest bits of my female insides can make for so much blood it's like I'm this spider-eyed monster who was born without eyelashes and just look at my face I wish it were smaller I wish the female of me lived on my face in a blood-red pout in a dewy sheen and I wish I could bat my eyes but they're tamped down and ruddy and nothing seems long enough nothing seems to be the right shape |
COLLEEN O'CONNOR received her MFA in nonfiction from Columbia College Chicago. Her work has appeared in Pank, Everyday Genius, Columbia Poetry Review and Another Chicago Magazine. She lives in Chicago, where she is the managing editor of Swtichback Books.
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