The Night Was Animal / Emily Paskevics
dancing girl press, 2014
Rogue Taxidermy II.
Your heart is comprised of a handful of dirt,
my throat is packed with sand. My claws match
your saw-edged teeth and your beastly jaws,
and you are masked with the severed head
of a lioness. I wear a bear’s black hide, still
warm from the kill. Despite this dark fur,
your stare drags scars into the dried flesh
on my bones. With my scale-thick neck
and red-feathered crown, I’m a serpent
with breasts, a duck-billed man-eating
plant. And so we become these hybrid
animals, horned and marble-eyed.