What would it take to make a city in me?

by | Nov 26, 2013 | Poetry

line from a poem by Robin Ekiss

A sturdier frame: steel, iron, infrastructure that will not crack.
Brick, perhaps. Mortar. A mason’s sturdy, practiced hand.

Concrete veins with road signs. Bowel Boulevard. Aorta Avenue.
Sparks of firing synapse to light the always-midnight streets.

A good Chinese restaurant in the twists and turns of intestine,
a wide acre of park in the fresh air of expanding lungs.

But a city needs a populace. Children who drool to oil the joints.
Neighbors knocking on the ribcage if the heart beats too loud.

So I prepare to swallow, mouth stretched wide as city sky. I lie
still, hands resting on my belly, wait for the scaffolding to rise.

What would it take to make a city in me? by Donna Vorreyer


Photo by Cameron Grant

About The Author

Donna Vorreyer

Donna Vorreyer spends her days teaching middle school, trying to convince teenagers that words matter. Her work has appeared in many journals including Rhino, Linebreak, Cider Press Review, Stirring, Sweet, wicked alice, and Weave. Her fifth chapbook, We Build Houses of Our Bodies, is forthcoming this year from Dancing Girl Press; in addition, her first full-length poetry collection, A House of Many Windows, is now available from Sundress Publications. She also serves as a poetry editor for Mixed Fruit magazine. Visit her website.