Animals: “Ode to Animalism” by Emma Miao
Ode to Animalism
January was a flurry of snakes in the nailbed.
Fingers in my foaming mouth. A red smear
trailing from my doorstep.
Ruptured sky
a bouquet of scars. I am forgiven,
I whisper
as the humid water runs down my back.
As in, a body spared from its owner, jerked
onto a splotchy mattress. How quickly
body becomes unbody.
As in, abandoned babies on the interstate.
How quickly
the mouth accepts what lies upon it.
On the asphalt, horns drown out the babies’ cries—mumma, mumma
while I’m sitting in my bathroom,
chipped nails scratching
this stitched navel. mumma, mumma
as I run rubied razors
over my legs, bristle to cream, child to flood,
It is self-gentrification.
Black hair tessellates
down the drain
calling mumma, mumma
& my widowed parts surge
through the gutters. I open my palms to the rain.