Clash of anatomies – fantastical poem

there is a rat inside little Julie 
that likes to swing its neck all the time 
merely a routine movement of disapproval

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she tries to cover it with her skin 
like a mother covers her baby with a blanket 
but its neck and tail grow terribly 
one of these days from the inside of her body 
with its dorsal spines 
it will unstitch the limits of anatomy
one of these day dressed in fire and scales
it will open its mouth and indulge in everything

(Dec. 2011/modified 2025)