Morgan Michaels


At The Zoo - Poem by Morgan Michaels

From the top margin of the page
scrolling down
like a fern unfurling
or a butterfly's tongue,

in velvety supervention:
the endless neck of the giraffe-
wobbly lozenges hennaed on her rounded jaw,
her martian horn tips bristle.

her banana-leaf mane
sprung doubly at top,
coasting down a
league or furthermore;

and her snout,
sensible and hensile
like an elephant's,
shorn to a crew;

and those lashes!
the longest ever
seen on beast or bird-
beaded, mascaraed,
fringing eyes
lustrous, immense,

staring guileless
like an animal saint's,
only lacking a saint's faith
in gullibility.

Nothing at all
slips from her rubbery lips
pink and lascivious, her tongue
like a slice of plum
short but a thumb

Reaches down, down,
down to the highest branch-
wraps it around
my heart's own pod-
snatches, tugs hard,
yanks it free-

The branches snap back

- chews it up, slowly, slowly
and swallows.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 9, 2013


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