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Emma Bolden

I became a woman the way that empty
space when circled with thread becomes
lace. & sex is the secret I kept as the zero

he & he & he, horn-stubborn, tried to goat
& buck inside. Even then, under them,
was I water, a body assured of its whole

unbroken by any fingered creature’s
punch or thrust. A wave, a wash, in any
language absolution, & any pretty little

way I move isn’t a show but a secret kept
between my self & the unmanned moon.

Emma Bolden is the author of two full-length collections of poetry, medi(t)ations (Noctuary Press, 2016) and Maleficae (GenPop Books, 2013). She received a 2017 Creative Writing Fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts, and her work has appeared in The Best American Poetry, The Best Small Fictions, Poetry Daily, The Rumpus, StoryQuarterly, Prairie Schooner, Conduit, and other journals.

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