Teething

 

 

Strange, this urge

to ingest my child,

 

to gobble those cheeks,

each glitter-smeared

 

finger, even her hair

which took forever

 

to sprout, and still is

impossible to brush

 

or braid. Does it make

any sense, this desire

 

to devour all I hold dear?

More, she cheers,

 

then chomps down

on my shoulder, through

 

sweatshirt and flannel

and still drawing blood. 

 

 

Jared Harel was awarded the 2015 ‘Stanley Kunitz Memorial Prize’ from the American Poetry Review. Additionally, his poems have appeared in Tin HouseThe Threepenny ReviewThe Southern ReviewShenandoah and Ecotone. A graduate of Cornell’s MFA program, he lives in Queens, NY and plays drums for the twang-rock band, The Dust Engineers.

 

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