When a girl in third grade stopped coming to school, we said she moved to Antarctica, or a witch turned her into a bird, or she swallowed too big of a marble and died. Eventually we killed her. She went home in a whale. She's singing outside the window. She kissed open a marble with an animal trapped inside, went silver as a spell. Maybe some of us already knew about what disappeared and never returned. Like when I could never find a photograph that fell behind my desk, not even when I moved every piece of furniture out from the wall. If the world made sense, there would be some trace: a black rectangle on the floor, deleted air, ink veining up the wall. A girl's name. The name for all such girls gathered into the wall, into the floor, into the still places beyond knowing.
Copyright © 2019 by Danielle Weeks
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Danielle Weeks received her MFA in poetry through Eastern Washington University’s creative writing program. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Columbia Poetry Review, cream city review, The Gettysburg Review, Redivider, and Third Coast, among others. Her poem “Human Uses” was chosen as the winner of Atticus Review’s annual poetry contest in 2018.
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