I live underground in a warren
of moss-covered silence. My nose
is a beak. My fingers, talons. My neck
spins completely, like an owl.
I forgot how to read. My fingertips
can’t touch. Am I still human?
Tail to keep the balance. I lost
my opposable thumbs.
Black ink, like raven wings. I haven’t
written a poem in three weeks.
Silver trinkets.
Feral mammal land. Troop of horses
running in unison. Wild like me
at 3 a.m., with my hair piled on
my head.
Rachel Turney , Ed.D. is an educator and artist located in Denver, Colorado. Rachel is on staff at Bare Back Magazine and is a reader for The Los Angeles Review. Rachel is a poetry mentor for AWP. She runs the popular online reading series Poetry (in Brief). Her debut book, Record Player Life (the b-side), is available with The Poetry Lighthouse. WEB INSTA
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