My father is a lion with his mane cut
and slicked back, learning to walk
on hind legs, back arched high.
~
My mother has a wolf in her chest
howling for light, for the
lantern hanging in the sky.
~
My brother has a cage
for ribs
but so do I.
~
I am a wild safari:
a bathing elephant, a sleeping
tiger, a brilliant peacock fanning its
feathers, waiting to
**** its head and release
a warrior cry.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
My father is a lion with his mane cut
and slicked back, learning to walk
on hind legs, back arched high.
~
My mother has a wolf in her chest
howling for light, for the
lantern hanging in the sky.
~
My brother has a cage
for ribs
but so do I.
~
I am a wild safari:
a bathing elephant, a sleeping
tiger, a brilliant peacock fanning its
feathers, waiting to
**** its head and release
a warrior cry.
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