"The Changeling"
by MK Crowe

The Changeling

Well there was the once—
I was stuck:
rougher, bigger hands
lunged a fire poker into
the cradle
to see if I’d scream

Then that time
on a hillside—
wind whipping against
the quiet of my pulse
and I didn’t much mind

And who could forget
the immolation—
my reluctant husband
and skin all ablaze

But indeed I do too
remember laughing
when being lifted
from my mother’s womb

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MK Crowe is a poet based in Queens, NY. She graduated from NYU in 2022 with a degree in English & American literature with a concentration in creative writing. Her work has appeared in Rookie, Hooligan, and Dazed. When not writing poems, MK can be found reading tarot, learning Irish, and listening to her friends play music.