Shelby dale deweese
We were all born
in mud or rain or fluorescent light, crawling
from stigmata. We spent our weeks
on piles of cloth, sopping up our shame,
begetting: Abraham begat someone; and someone
begat my grandfather; and he begat my father;
and Rory begat a girl of crystal, of mercury.
Shelby Dale DeWeese grew up on a farm in the southeast United States, but currently lives and writes in California. She is an MFA candidate at the University of San Francisco, a poetry reader for Switchback and Teen Ink, and an educational programs intern at 826 Valencia. Her work has appeared in such publications as Quaint Magazine, Marathon Literary Review, and The Knicknackery. Pay her a visit at shelbydaledeweese.com.