A Sense of Being

by Maudie Bryant

 

I’m dangling from a peach tree limb,

I can find no backbone—background—

backboard from which to spring.

Culture is for chickens.

I grow no roots, bringing nothing

and leaving only the nothing-space

of footprints behind. I look back to see

History is a love affair with

whiskey—brief—evaporated.

This [                    ]

is my heritage.

Maudie Bryant (she/her) is a mother, educator, and multidisciplinary artist who weaves her experiences into poems exploring the complexities of memory and identity. Currently, she tutors and teaches English Composition in Louisiana. A graduate of the University of Louisiana Monroe with a Master of Arts in English, Maudie’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Paper Nautilus, nDada Public, and Anodyne Magazine. Find her on Insta/Facebook @maudiemichelle and on Twitter @audilocusblog.

 

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