For Gretel

Summer to winter I miss my cage — its narrow spokes

so close to mine — the ones she tried to fatten

day after day, knowing her disappointment

meant my life. I have waited, dreamt myself

the long-delayed reward. Her mouth outstrips

the oven’s heat, fixes on me. A door opens — a sound

like a thousand sheets — suction, bustle and kiss —

snapping back against the heat. There is no sister

who can save me now. I never asked.


by Lisa Andrews


andrews_head_cagibi.jpgLisa Andrews is the author of The Inside Room (Indolent Books, 2018) and Dear Liz (Indolent Books, 2016). Her poems have appeared in Gargoyle, Painted Bride Quarterly, and Zone 3. Andrews holds a B.A. from Hunter College, and an M.A. in English literature and M.F.A. in creative writing (poetry) from New York University, where she taught in the Expository Writing Program, and worked with poetry students at Goldwater Hospital and Bayview Correctional Facility. She lives in Brooklyn with her husband, artist Tony Geiger.

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