CENTER POINT GHAZAL
With ear pressed to chest and silence in a room
a steady double thud can be heard from the hurt.
Aorta as messenger, artery of the animal
distribute blood from the destination hurt.
This, an average-sized American hurt.
This, an upside-down pear hurt.
Capacity for empathy; cup for emotion; hollow
girl-like organ: find and define “hurt.”
Be a surgeon, cut open the cave
pass the scalpel through the earth, arrive at hurt.
Swell to flowers, bloom in the shade
chrysanthemums, cat tails, and even the hurt.
Dilemma, dilemma—Lila, you don’t know much
about functions. Take a fork and mouth the hurt.
BIO: Lila Cutter grew up in Iowa’s open spaces and recently relocated to Oakland, to work for 826 Valencia, the creative writing education nonprofit. Her poems circulate around ideas related to the impact and implications of moving through the world as someone who identifies as a woman. Her previous work has appeared in Oatmeal Magazine, Porch Beers Zine, and the Silo among others.