Regeneration



She looks in each cell 


for Nefertiti.


"We all come from the same



atom," he said.


And then a queen


was inside her,



and the dirt of Gettysburg


made up the brown


in her eyes.



"Then," he said, "we shed


each century


like snakes do



the daybreak."


And, terrified,


she seized each nucleus,



hoping for


a diamond pore,


a last remnant of an empress,



a piece of Elvis


to hold onto.


And she never bathed



because Shakespeare


might leave her


and give his verses, his genius



to the next living thing -


to the cockroaches,


the river’s bend.





Insides



there are so many insides


between us


liver spleen and gut


we're strangers



you took me to atlantic city


fat caterpillars in tube tops


stroll on wood by sea


the taffy twinkles like a 1950s postcard


green lime smells of salt


digests in us in stops and starts


and i dream of coming


like the earth's insides


spilling out in a hot red


murdering mess



neruda keats digiorgio


they can only see so much of me


my pools of narcissus


i don't know them at all



an orange has a sunset


inside


a worm a muddy stream


paper has tiny birch tree snow


a split plum reveals the color 


of human skin 



and when you and i kiss


a secret


small and scared


crawls


from my stomach


to yours


and brings back only


a whisper


Brigit Kelly Young's poetry and fiction have appeared in several venues including Opium Magazine, Emerge Literary Journal, The North American Review, Gargoyle Magazine and Drunken Boat Magazine. Links to her work are available at brigitkellyyoung.com

Images by Elfie Hintington courtesy of the L. Tom Perry Special Collections, Harold B. Lee Library, Brigham Young University, Provo, Utah.

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