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At Eight Pounds You Burst Out

by Kiersten Andersen
Illustration by Jordan Isip

At Eight Pounds You Burst Out

Kiersten Andersen
13 Snaps
At eight pounds you burst out
with a trumpet mouth,

rash splashed
across your face, knuckled fists

like walnuts, banging on a door.
Rich yeasts in your neck,

thrush fuzz on your tongue,
fontanel a pulse of American blood.

Your pink face is already furious,
a drill bit bearing down

on the light and the sound.
You are a limb-driven maniac.

They put you in my arms.
I sing a little church song I’d like to pass along.

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