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Megan Merchant

The Pro-Life Approach
to Refugee Children

I will keep the egg nestled
under a warm light
in a bed of hair
I shave from
my head,

and sing it
safe,

but once
the first crack
shows, I will sit
behind my window—

I will leave it to fend,
or die, alone.

Megan Merchant is either happily lost in the tall pines, or updating her website meganmerchant.wix.com/poet.

 

Megan Merchant

The hospital intake form wants me to declare a religion. 

When I was nine,

I let a patch
of dandelions grow
by the church-white
walls

so they too
could be scolded
for beauty

and when dried,

cursed for undressing
under the sky.

Megan Merchant is either happily lost in the tall pines, or updating her website meganmerchant.wix.com/poet.

Megan Merchant

Splitting Points

The lightest rain
in heat
is sweat,

glistens
and wrinkles
the paper-brick house
we kept dark
so as not
to singe
the joints.

Megan Merchant writes during nap time and was the winner of the 2015 Lyrebird Prize for her forthcoming book, The Dark’s Humming.

Megan Merchant

To nearly touch

the dent
his head
makes
on the pillow
that smells
like tangerine
and fur,

is to blur
the soft
edges
between
familiar
and worn.

Megan Merchant writes during nap time and was the winner of the 2015 Lyrebird Prize for her forthcoming book, The Dark’s Humming.