“The Animal” by Blake Edward Hamilton

The animal
doesn’t
know
why
it’s been nuzzled
carried, groped, brushed
or its “purpose”
in the delicate cage
it could easily break
and it doesn’t own a concept
for freedom
it doesn’t see
the stretch of land
beyond the wires
as a possibility
for a homestead
off the grid
or a retreat
it doesn’t retreat
or a set of dunes
for off-roading
itself into liberty
or a safe venue
for the bourgeois
emotional transcendence
that can only take place
at a concert – it hasn’t
found spiritual freedom
it has a corner
that it shits in
and a trough right next to it
and it goes where the others go
and still gets nuzzles
before its hung up head down
and split top to bottom
happy-jostle of innards spilling
like a delicate swirl
on a freedom pastry,
strawberry-pink, and bright

Blake Edward Hamilton holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Naropa University, and currently teaches college English in Denver, Colorado. His work has appeared in World Literature Today Magazine: Windmill, NPR, The Guerrilla Literary Magazine, and The Bombay Gin, among others. He was awarded a General Contributor Position at the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference in 2013. Presently, he is working on a collection of poems and short fiction.

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