By Abbie Hart

i am dangling over the sink
scrubbing my tongue off with
a nail brush to get the taste of 
all of the things that have happened
out of my mouth

my grandmother’s clock above
with her collection of french soaps
on the little shelf by my head.

this house does not belong to us anymore,
but i still feel trapped in it.
ASCII shrug symbol

Abbie Hart is an 18-year-old poet from Houston, Texas. She has been published around 20 times, including in BRIDGE and Millenial Pulp, and she is the Editor-in-Chief of the Literary Forest Poetry Magazine. In her spare time, she works in theatre tech and paints. Her Instagram is @a.m.hart.poet, and her website is abbiemhart.wordpress.com.


Why we chose this piece: This poem is super immersive with vivid imagery and a solid use of formatting. The way Abbie uses a house as a metaphor for generational trauma is fascinating and resonated with us a lot. 

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