July/Aug 2018 • Vol. XL No. 4 PoetryJuly 1, 2018 |

Inherit

In her, it. It, in her. Heredi- tary she heard it said. Or somewhere read. Her hair. Her thinning hair. Her hear- ing, poor. Her heir. She was. In her was her. In here. The air a- round her, her air also. Mother. Moth to light. To air. She, too. She, two.

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Cintia Santana
Cintia Santana’s poetry, fiction, and translations have appeared in Beloit Poetry Journal, Michigan Quarterly Review, Missouri Review, Narrative, Pleiades, RHINO, Spillway, Threepenny Review, and other journals. The recipient of a CantoMundo Fellowship and a Djerassi Resident Artists Program Fellowship, she teaches poetry and fiction workshops in Spanish, as well as literary translation courses at Stanford University. Most recently, Mary Szybist selected Santana’s work for inclusion in the Best New Poets 2016 anthology.

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