I asked my dad if he was happy I was born

Poetry by Megan Moore

“I prayed you wouldn’t end up a girl.”
His appendix broke when I slid out. If I had been a son
I could have been the sun, glittering and great
demanding respect for my catastrophic weight.
Aphrodite came from foam, but me ­- I from a rib.
Like Eve and Snow White, I was built to devour,
the dough, the clay, the meat
and I will lick
each rib

Megan Moore is currently pursuing her MFA in poetry at Miami University. She is a dance teacher and coach during the day and starving poet at night and hopeless romantic of all the time.

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