Sunday Recap & Suck It In by Maggie Devers

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs by Renée Nicole Good. She was murdered by ICE on January 7, 2026. In 2020, she won the undergraduate Academy of American Poets Prize in 2020 for this poem.Jan 5 - Becoming Again by Reya @moodmakerperson on Instagram. Her book, Teenage Tide, is available now.Jan 6 - To Fall Is to Begin by Irina Vérène @queen_of_gore on Instagram. They are featured in Haunted Words Press’ anthology, Our Dearest Devotions, which contains their flash fiction piece about friendship, fae magic, and gender transition.Jan 7 - Transmorphing by Özge Lena @lenaozge on Instagram. You can find her on Substack @lenaozge where she presents her new approach to poetry, Catapoetry. It is a poetic framework about the interwoven and inseparable catastrophes of our age. You can listen to me read luminous girl lullaby by Özge Lena on Instagram @rembrandts.cure.Jan 8 - Genesis of Her by Kiran Ashraf @kiran_ashraf on Instagram and @kiranashraf7 on Substack.Jan 9 - Part Oracle, Part Warrior by Aslam @smmaslam on Instagram and @aslammohammed on Substack. His book, Paper Boat in Rumi’s Garden, is available now.Jan 10 - The Tender Descending by Ellie A @lines_between_living on Instagram and @linesbtwnliving on Substack. Read more from her on her blog, Lines Between Living.Jan 11Suck It InMaggie DeversI saw a woman, weak and gauntShuffle slowly up the sidewalkAnd instantly felt protective of my curvesBecause we don’t get to keep them.They leave us in our old age—Only after we forget we cursed themFor the zipper’s slow progress,The marks left by elastic waistbands,The shock of our picture from the rear,The angry bumps between our thighs,The way we learned to suck it in before there was anything but flat stomach.It’s only when the extra bits are goneDo you realize they made you robust,Proof of a full lifeThat couldn’t be knocked overBy the shock of a car squealing round the cornerOr a plucky robot delivery cart in the intersection with nothing to lose.The paths are paved with chaos, ballast is required.So I’ll shoulder my pack without swearing and find comfort in all I’m able to carry.More from Maggie Devers ↓My debut poetry collection, For My Daughter, available as an audiobook.Purchase a signed copy of For My Daughter or get one free by subscribing to the podcast: One Poem Only on PatreonFollow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure