Little boys cut pieces from me
to see if I will become more than myself.
Five aortic arches,
each a broken heart.
I till the soil for the grandmother until
the grandfather takes me fishing.
Now he’s the little boy cutting me apart
for scarcity’s sake
Morgan Russell is a rhetorician and poet, and her work may be found in a number of places, such as, Cabildo Quarterly, Rabid Oak Issue 12, and others. She is a reader for Brave Voices Magazine, 805, and Marías at Sampaguitas. When she’s not reading or writing, she can be found mainlining coffee or babysitting until she gets into a grad program or finds a cubicle job in Corporate America. Find her on Twitter @conniptionns.