Elise Gregory
Inviting in the Wilds
I
Two-by-two animals crawled
up my legs and inside my chest for the winter.
Crows and hens began it--
scratched my lungs out of place, settling in.
Deep in my belly bobcats nested
and birthed a litter of kits.
Goats knocked inside my thighs
like my fat, kicking boys.
And coyotes split my heart
in a sumptuous two-way bite.
Colder things took over toes
while skittish bears stole my body's skull.
II
Housing the wild was harder than either fetus:
they bounced bones with every step.
But gathered in the clouds were the skirts of winter.
III
The body burrowed into bed--
fed on curds, raspberry tea, and bread.
Set in a small puzzle, the animals slept
until the first green fists of spring.
Bears slipped free, then came the cats.
Birds flew from my chest
while toads and salamanders waited
for rain--the last.
I lay empty then, wrapped in soiled sheets.
While I nursed the wilds, we shared something
though I don't know what.