begat

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.