For Father against my will
Glen Rock, New Jersey
Glen Rock High School
Sometimes it is better to raze
a forest, than to leave it
untouched. A deerling unchained
knows the way his tendrils
shake, how hooves stamp & suture
through dirt to pack the world
that was once together. I would follow him
against birdsong, which is
to say, grow twice my size & hesitate
between killing, or wounding.
The bite of woodland is an illusion
of my own name. Those sloping
antlers I pressed my thumb down—flat—
splinter to nothing. I am so
angry I could weep a wounded animal. I
could cleave the earth in two
& nestle inside in open hiding. I
could, I could, I could. Let the
purple organs of my body decay
into root. This whole time,
I have been watching from afar,
shadowed under bark.
Full of mystical imagery and captivating abstract language, this poem delicately balances tender innocence and raw emotion. The rich woodland scenery is woven with a powerful sense of strength, creating an incredible juxtaposition that leaves the reader returning to the piece again and again.
Y.A. Suh is a writer based in New Jersey.
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