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Ursa Minor

 

I gather up my body

like an armful

 

of water balloons,

give my organelles

 

a talking to.

Went to the woods

 

and became

a slick pouchette

 

for small berries,

saw myself in the belly

 

of a more supreme

being

 

a mother bear.

Matryoshka of bodies

 

nested, small dogs in

leather bags know what

 

I mean, know why

I fizzled, became

 

Rare Earth Metal

once more.

 

It’s true

I had a standard woman

 

body but a lil more

igneous.




Zoë Bodzas