In the dream I am lost
I am lost in these
heavy,
on fiddleheads and maiden's hair ferns
I feel his head swelling
a finless fish
an old man becomes a fetus
My belly
a tangle of
barbed wire, fishhook fence
My cervix
My womb
His hands turning
to fingerless buds
He's the size of an apple
my father is simmering
is rotting
A knife
I want a knife
I want to squat against a tree
the blade against my skin
to cut the shape of a house
to carve doors and windows
a way out.
©Copyright Amy Polisso
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