The Last Animal to Arrive in the Kingdom
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title taken from Tommy Pico’s Nature Poem
I walked like a rage into the body of my life, which insisted the end of grief came
in the fulfillment of desire, but desire, like loneliness, is a hunger it will
come back I muzzled grief I desired with a desire beyond desire
I repeated the word until it grew fuzz in my throat, until its great flower
bloomed there, and struck speech from me I walked like a dog into grief’s entryway,
spat the dead rabbit at its feet, with disgusting and pathetic devotion, and it let me in
it let me in because it saw how I wanted, and knew itself
to be little more than the unspoken that comes after want it saw how
I wanted, with a want beyond wanting, and could offer no comfort, so it took
the rabbit, skinned and cooked it, and fed me from its open wrist.
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