feeding the animal

I am feeding the animal inside me
that believes it is an animal,
the one that paces at the zoo
snarling at the children.

The pride of parents aside,
disregarding bumper stickers
and report cards,
this animal would rather eat them.

I am feeding the animal inside me
that does not believe in omens,
is not cognizant of superstitions,
but sniffs you out on the wind
and launches her sharp body —

teeth into thighs.

on being an artist
Poem for my sister on the birth of her daughter

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