Originally: a measure of military success—count enough bodies, win the war. Now: the number of people who’ve been inside me. A morgue-cold unit of measure for the diminishing worth of a woman. My anatomy receives: I give it up, I let him in, I take it. I am a threshold to be crossed but not […]
Megan Bresnahan
Megan Bresnahan (she/her) is a poet from rural Virginia who now lives in Laguna Beach, CA. She earned a BA as part of the Area Program in Poetry Writing from the University of Virginia. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in electric pink, Rogue Agent, Beaver Magazine, and others. You can find her at megan.bresnahan.co