When Tony Hoagland Says My Maternal Instincts Are Impressive
March 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015
I think maybe he means my plumage
does not distract from my talons.
How in the requiem of my ovaries
I am building a barn full of pianos.
Or perhaps my fears still wear
their oversized clothing?
I don’t know what he means.
Some people will eat anything.
I wish I dreamed of wild horses
instead of hamsters.
When Persephone fell down
off the bathroom counter
I tried all night to bring her back.
She had six babies to feed,
each smaller than my pinky.
So even after her sister Luna
chewed off half her face, I let
those blind squirming erasers suck
their dead mother until I had to
pluck them off one by one by one.
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March 02, 2015