Absolute termination! Understand. No
scraping parts—no teeth, nor hair, not
a single feather—burn all the blue
connecting cords. For help with your
nauseating sentimentality, read a portrait
of Odysseus that you carved into your
upper arm with a wishbone. Burn your
arm. Find delight in the baritone sound
of your hand snapping off with heat and
pressure. Cry for the girls, if you must,
but remember you can always make new
creatures—the sea is full of ceaseless
want needing to be paid a physical lesson.
Hunger will soon arrive at your door again
asking to be punished with wings and song.
This poem originally appeared in Volume 7 of The Ampersand Review.
Nicelle Davis now resides in Lancaster, California, with her son J.J. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Beloit Poetry Journal, ML Press, The New York Quarterly, Offending Adam, PANK, SLAB Magazine, Two Review, and others. Her book, Becoming Judas, is scheduled to be released from Red Hen Press in 2013. She runs a free online poetry workshop at The Bees’ Knees Blog and is an assistant poetry editor for Connotation Press.