8/2/2023 Poetry by Natalie WollenzienMatt Casagrande CC
Healing My Inner (Feral) Child I miss being uncomely like there’s no tomorrow Sand gathers beneath my fingertips Hair caked with pizza grease Please, let me wallow in my putridity Mirrors crack when I wink And I trot away yowling on all fours When I was a child I spent most of my free time Pretending I was never human at all I didn’t speak, I growled, whimpered Snorted in discomfort – I was obviously bullied mercilessly But still I cherish that little soul For being so listlessly brave To be so unbearably strange Now in the adult world of taxes and obligations My chaos needs to be controlled Tempered by exercise, enough sleep I lose my shit over discounted bagged salads (And I still take pride in that fact) But every so often I find an old hum within me The absurd returns home and curls in my sternum And I find the time to scream Natalie Wollenzien is a fiction and poetry writer living in Louisville, Kentucky. She works at Sarabande Books as the publishing and communications assistant, and is running the Zine Lunch! series presented by Sarabande Writing Labs. She has poetry out in The San Antonio Review. Comments are closed.
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