some time the bed is a womb,
ours the bed and the womb we’re in.
some time in it there is a making
and a marriage a marriage
of speaking and hearing. if
it were you who spoke
it were my lips rippled round the words,
my breath beat your lungs.
your teeth cut on my thought.

conjoined i said i heard i wrote this is
some time a womb. some time it is
in the body
of a woman some time in
the body of a shark wherein we eat
one another. born, we with siblings in our belly.

some time you said i push the words through.


Julia Anjard Maher is a Ph.D. candidate in English and Creative Writing at the University of Georgia, where she is currently working on a project about uncanny 20th-century poetic address as well as writing letters to and from the dead. Some of her poems have appeared in Sixth Finch, Marco Polo Arts Mag, Counterexample Poetics and elsewhere. She was born in coastal Maine, lives in Athens, GA, and hopes to be abroad again soon.