ONCE YOU KNOW A THING EXISTS
Mama, what if I’m just another
version
of you? What if we’re all just
fucked up
versions of the original beast?
Because I want to be my own
beast, I don’t know
how to make mămăligă like
you do.
I don’t know how to not add
butter and salt.
Don’t you see? Half of me is
Americancă
I’m a piece of corn between two
tight teeth.
Here the wanderer only goes in
circles
and hands are always dried out
from
scrubbing the world’s sinks,
turned
hard and tight like ribbons of
old dead snakes.
Bring a gift no matter what and
always
take your shoes off in the
house, says Mama.
The clocks are all wrong again, says the sun
to the moon, If
you listen, I’ll tell you when.
You make mămăligă like
this: boil water
then add cornmeal. The sun
says, Start now you
simple beast. Can’t you see the
world is hungry?
If you spend afternoons
spinning your fingers
around the knob of an old
radio, you might
accidentally tune in to the
voice of the
original beast. You’ll wipe
your hands clean
of your thoughts a thousand
times, you’ll
rub all the aprons into threads
trying
to figure out why the voice
sounds so familiar. ABOUT THE POET
Tamara L. Panici’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Prelude, Likely Red, Carbon Culture Review, Riggwelter, and elsewhere. She is the winner of the 2018 River Styx Microfiction Contest and has been chosen to attend the Frost Place Conference on Poetry. You can find her on Twitter @tlpanici.
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