{"id":4124,"date":"2016-06-08T16:32:25","date_gmt":"2016-06-08T16:32:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=4124"},"modified":"2016-06-08T18:10:49","modified_gmt":"2016-06-08T18:10:49","slug":"a-hurricane-we-rarely-see-sarah-lilius","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=4124","title":{"rendered":"A HURRICANE WE RARELY SEE &#8212; Sarah Lilius"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My ovaries beat like a heart,<br \/>\npinhead egg crates are tiny satellites,<br \/>\nfloat so slight, we cannot feel the work,<br \/>\nwhat lived in our mothers now lives in us.<br \/>\nA shallow panic attack every month,<br \/>\nred disco sound with all the ladies\u2014<br \/>\nwe throw our fallopian tubes in the air,<br \/>\ntiny arms that just don&#8217;t care.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nMy uterus is the mothership,<br \/>\nwhere to land, get a quick bite, grow a human,<br \/>\nit happens in stages and we count the weeks,<br \/>\nwe swell on the outside, a walking reminder,<br \/>\nof sex, of uneasiness.<br \/>\nMen, sweaty in suits, they legislate babies<br \/>\nwhile they sit as barren spinsters,<br \/>\nman cat ladies in tight knit sweaters.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nMy vagina, a hurricane we rarely see,<br \/>\nwe feel it&#8217;s weather, I capitalize Vagina,<br \/>\nthe passage into the world,<br \/>\nit opens like a time portal,<br \/>\nyou can expect miracles,<br \/>\nthe child slips out,<br \/>\nclothed in the nothing that comes<br \/>\nbefore everything.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sarah Lilius lives in Arlington, VA. She is the author of <em>The Heart Factory<\/em><em> (Black Cat Moon Press, 2016) and <em>What Becomes Within<\/em> (ELJ Publications, 2014). Her work can most recently be found in <em>Flapperhouse, Fourth &#038; Sycamore,<\/em> and <em>Drunk Monkeys<\/em>. Check out her website, sarahlilius.com.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My ovaries beat like a heart, pinhead egg crates are tiny satellites, float so slight, we cannot feel the work, what lived in our mothers now lives in us. A shallow panic attack every month, red disco sound with all the ladies\u2014 we throw our fallopian tubes in the air, tiny arms that just don&#8217;t [&#038;hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4127,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[209],"class_list":["post-4124","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-wet-iris-by-pamela-hughes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4124","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4124"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4124\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4135,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4124\/revisions\/4135"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/4127"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4124"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4124"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4124"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}