daisy
by Isabel Rose Smith
i go wolf
prideful and feverish and thorny
a panoramic womb, a former vessel, a liminal forever,
taking a seam-ripper to the fortress
is that not death?
before
i was a woman i was cartilage tendons ventricles
i will not learn to prove myself
still kneeling, stuck in the arctic again
i go wolf
in the shape of a spaceship
doomed to abandon this earth
i shall call my mother
nothing but daisy
when a daisy eats is that not death?
the sun still rises
gets compliments on her handwriting, her hibernation
god is fucking me like an animal and
i go wolf