Animals on Asphalt Speak the Language of God
Too long, hooves percuss weary pathways, crash branches, teeth fight, then bite the cheek to keep from speaking, leads a woman to mourning and the wish from her tongue to see every part pulled away, to enter the forgotten and unseen kingdom of kill, to run no more, but grow, still. Animals on asphalt speak the language of God. Enter the body through words sung as many times as it takes to scatter, mantra of lip, guts, liver, mantra of vagina’s hidden pelt, mantra of bones, the last to go, yellow spine yellow organ yellow sinew yellow neck vanishing lost bent forgotten missed to rising mist. Amy Alexander lives and writes near the Mississippi River in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Her work has appeared in several journals, most recently Mojave Heart Review, Cease, Cows, Mooky Chick, The Remembered Arts, RKVRY, and Dirty Paws Review. Follow her on Twitter @iriemom. |