I was the one sliced
from the herd, dragged
from the din of hooves.
It was my blood
glazing his muzzle,
my muscle and sinew
warming his gut.
When he lay down, I lay
with him, and together
we heard rabbits snapping
twigs underfoot.
We felt sun loosen our back
and fell into a long,
uncomplicated sleep
where we honed in
on a gazelle limping
behind its herd.
Our claws tore
into a quivering
haunch, our teeth
ripped flesh.
When I awoke,
the air, clean
and dry as a crystal,
tingled with light
–Patty Paine,
The Sounding Machine
Accents Publishing
Patty Paine is the author of Feral (Imaginary Friend Press), Elegy & Collapse (Finishing Line Press), and co-editor of Gathering the Tide: An Anthology of Contemporary Arabian Gulf Poetry (Garnet Publishing & Ithaca Press). Her poems, reviews, and interviews have appeared in Blackbird: an online journal of literature and the arts, The Atlanta Review, Gulf Stream, The Journal and many other publications. She is the founding editor of Diode Poetry Journal, and is an assistant professor of English at Virginia Commonwealth University Qatar where she teaches writing and literature, and is assistant director of Liberal Arts & Sciences.
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