Jane Marshall Fleming is a PhD student in the Department of English at the University of Texas at Austin and the author of Ocotillo Worship (APEP Publications, 2019) and Violence/Joy/Chaos (Rhythm & Bones Press, 2020). Her poetry, collages, and prose have appeared or are forthcoming in Foliate Oak, Ghost City Review, Barren Magazine, Pussy Magic Magazine, and Honey & Lime, among others. She is currently a Contributing Editor at Barren Magazine.






Jane M. Fleming

[no one tells you how to birth spirits]

No one tells you how to bring Spirits through your womb so empty and hollow and echoing because you could not fill it with tiny fingers and pomegranate bellies just yet just yet but they clawed at your pink uterine lining and begged you not to go resisting red pills on tongues and threatening to take you with their pound of flesh and begging you not to go not to go but you had to go because it wasn’t time just yet — It wasn’t time for laughter like wind chimes and screams pulling at your breast and so you just feel foolish that you can still feel spirits on your chest their translucent knees held to dream-filled heads soft with tufts of gray and dodging their daddy’s rage and that’s why you couldn’t let them loose in your belly today — but no one tells you how to birth spirits after their cells have turned to blood and dust and biohazard waste. so, you just repeat what they taught you in your sleep a home can be anything and anywhere as long as we get to be held by you one day as long as we get to be held by you one day — and you hope that’s true and you hold them on your finger like a butterfly no, a moth flapping its yellow wings slow and patient until you close your eyes and purse your lips and blow.




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