God keeps unfurling me
with God’s gigantic helium.
There are scratchmarks all over
my life. That’s from my mitts.
Other human, this unfurliness
is far too spacious. Would you
lend me some muscle? Let’s
write a sermon on control. Let’s
write a love song for heavyweights
and by heavyweights
I mean everyone.

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broder_author-100.jpgMelissa Broder is the author of two books of poems, Meat Heart (forthcoming in 2012 from Publishing Genius) and When You Say One Thing But Mean Your Mother (Ampersand, 2010). Poems appear or are forthcoming in Redivider, Barrelhouse, Opium, The Collagist, and others. She edits La Petite Zine and curates the Polestar Poetry Series in NYC.

Homepage photograph via Flickr by Natalie Hackenberg

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