Skin the Creature

by Bogi Takács


Skin the creature
in the shape of a pig's stomach.
Chase folklore with a stick.
Wrap yourself in
an embroidered coat
smelling of sheep,
flail your arms,
skin protesting the raspy wool.
Engage, profess, militate, resist —
embrace, smooth over, kiss, delight.
Show your thoughts in action,
turn your tongue inside out
so that it may preach
a Torah of departure.
Sing in the thousand-voice,
grab hold of your so-called destiny —
shake out its pockets for
pyrite and glass crystals,
giggle in the face of the preordained.
Adventures of the wakeful await
in the gaps of stories and verse,
in the pauses between each breath.

###


Bogi Takács is an agender Hungarian Jewish person who's currently living in the US. Eir speculative fiction and poetry have been published in venues like Clarkesworld, Apex, Strange Horizons and Scigentasy, among others. You can visit eir website or find em on Twitter, where e also posts diverse story and poem recommendations.

web design © mitchell hart