What Rough Beast | Poem for August 3, 2017

Devon Balwit
Here & Elsewhere

I have no penis, but I might have;
I have breasts, but one day won’t.

Don’t doesn’t mean can’t imagine
opening other doors to strange beds,

or greeting a brown face in my mirror,
or one in hijab, hearing the muezzin.

I have ten fingers but might not have,
lifting deftly with stump or prosthesis,

am animal, but might have rooted,
shedding leaves when the light wanes,

or tendrilling slantwise, vine-hungry.
I mothered children but might have

whelped pups in an alley, suckling
litters rather than proffering a lone

latex nipple. I teach, but might have
shucked oysters, pitted apricots,

trenched earth shoulder to shoulder
with sweating bodies. Here, just as

easily, I could have been elsewhere,
my only failure that of imagining.

 

Devon Balwit is a writer/teacher from Portland, OR. Her poems of protest have appeared here before as well as in The New Verse News, Poets Reading the News, Redbird Weekly Reads, Rise-Up Review, Rat’s Ass Review, The Rising Phoenix Review, Mobius, and more.

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