Ambrosia
BY PAIGE PENDERGRAST
I was born into my mother’s war The idea of me was so Terrifying That they killed my
grandfather in a black chariot just At the threat of my existence Tried to kill my mother
too But I succeeded before they could Born a killer I sprung from my mother’s
ankle I absorbed her as I passed through I have one 32 year old ankle That cramps
when I act foolish I taste nothing except music I have the voice of a crow Feet of
a rabbit Stomachs of a cow All the things I have killed The hope of my brother
the faith of my cousin who they killed in my basement at dawn all
killed Yet I am a traitor I still make love to my enemy the
ones who will kill me eventually I fear nothing except my grandfather
he plays piano pain, o! in my dreams the way he used to before they got him
and stole his fingers so with a sword I slay him slice through the tainted neck before
he can see and be disappointed because I still indulge
the ones
they call Spirits Firewater Moonshine Libations Ambrosia