Kendra Vandervalk

Super Mario Brothers and grilled cheese tonight.

Dance recital tomorrow, a picnic table for a stage.

But while we slept, remembering Nintendo

and anticipating sequins, a message crept out of me.

Bold red spots against a white cotton background.

A banner of fertility. A systems check.

And in the morning, while my friends stretched

shiny sequined fringed skirts over skin

encasing sleeping ovaries, I stayed in my pajamas

and waited for my mother.

Kendra Vandervalk lives in Connecticut with her husband and three dogs. Her work has appeared in The Iconoclast, Epicenter, and Flyway: A Literary Review.

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