[Heavy, heavy me.]

Heavy, heavy me.          I am swans for miles
          and I am filled with bloom.
          Words do not help.
          This room filled of your body,
                    and the insides of you too, it does not help.
How beautiful it is in here
          with the golden wall and the wind blowing, and yet
                    there is nothing in here with me.
          I am always with me and without.
I spread wide, my feathers rise, as if never
cut.          Oh, I am cut.          I fool you so bad with my cut love.
          How ugly must a girl be to be whole,
                    how ugly it is to split in two.

Lisa Marie Basile is the author of APOCRYPHAL (Noctuary Press, 2014) and a chapbook,Andalucia. She is the editor-in-chief of Luna Luna Magazine and her poetry and other work can be read in PANK, Tin House’s blog, Coldfront, The Nervous Breakdown, The Huffington Post, Best American Poetry, PEN American Center, Dusie, and the Ampersand Review, among others. She’s recently been profiled in The New York Daily News, Amy Poehler’s Smart Girls, Poets & Artists Magazine, Relapse Magazine and others. She’s included in the Best Small Fiction 2015 and Best Emerging Poets anthologies and holds an MFA from The New School.