I’ll eat with money and I’ll eat
with my teeth until the rocks
and the mountains curl
and my blood sings—
I’m such a good girl
to eat the world.
— Dana Levin
Today we paid rent for the last time
for this house, and this morning I tripped
in the uneven driveway, the tips
of my toes flayed open by the asphalt.
Is it fitting to leave some part of myself here
to wash away in the next rain? Is it fitting
that this place has left its mark on me
and filled my shoes with blood?
(And in my ear, I hear the magician whisper:
is not fullness, too, a kind of trick?)
— Dessa Bayrock