[Poem by Teisha Twomey, photo of Maïa Vidal]
Eyes to the side, animal hides
Eyes to the front, animal hunts
In the habit of meaning well
Every ram assumes a posture
the refrain. What of the passive
prey, humming along? Old melodies
the lambs, as many likeable hush
and woolgatherers, practicing
kindness again and again—
but when the bough breaks
you must learn to understand
this narrative. We’ve lost
too much sleep
over lullabies.
TEISHA DAWN TWOMEY received her MFA in Poetry at Lesley University. She is the poetry editor for Wilderness House Literary Review. Her debut collection “How to Treat Pretty Things” was released by Stream~Lines earlier this year. She lives in Dedham, MA.
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