One Poem

Andrew Neuendorf

DIRTY DIAPER

A woman was stashing the world away, a little piece at a time, inside her infant's diaper. She had only meant to tuck a continent or two between the Velcro straps, maybe sop up an ocean with the super-absorbent lining, but before she knew it, the entire planet was gone, leaving only the moon for her to stand on while she stared into space, breast-feeding her child with one hand holding the bottom of the sagging diaper, which was heavy and leaking a little blood.


Andrew Neuendorf

Andrew Neuendorf's work has appeared in Sentence, Double Room, Northwest Review, Measure, Effing Magazine, kadar koli, and McSweeney's Internet Tendency. He lives in Austin, Texas.



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