Birth as Agathismlisten to this poem
First, we’ll say: O Mama-cow, milk-giver, how your legs
scissor apart. How your hooves twitch in dirt.
We’ll say: We will drink what you give us.
We’ll say: How we could eat.
Then we’ll say: A nose! A muzzle!
We’ll say: Of all your yellow juices, none of them
(We’ll say: Stash those bayonets).
We’ll say: O, baby calf, how you stutter your stringy muscles
across the grass!
(Then we’ll say: Escape, dear one).
We’ll say: We’ll wake you when the poppies burst
Then we’ll say: Did we take the photo?
We’ll say: Let us see let us see let us
We’ll say: 1. n. Of or related to disequilibrium. 2. adj. To be the first
breath of light.
We’ll say: Mama, your calf is an excuse the same way sex
is an excuse. The same way sight is an excuse.
When it’s over, we’ll say: little baby hooves, please,
for the love of God & for the blood in our fingers,
We’ll say: Find some cozy prayer to snuggle inside
& never leave.
Why I’m Back Even Though I’m Pissedlisten to this poem
I need you
that I could
if my arms
to tie us
into a knot
& my spinal
just a cage
to stow away
or a water
“S” as in “Sex,” She Sayslisten to this poem
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