{"id":1859,"date":"2019-04-19T17:05:19","date_gmt":"2019-04-19T17:05:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/?p=1859"},"modified":"2021-08-04T17:11:06","modified_gmt":"2021-08-04T17:11:06","slug":"there-is-nothing-to-love-about-road-kill","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/2019\/04\/19\/there-is-nothing-to-love-about-road-kill\/","title":{"rendered":"There is Nothing to Love About Road Kill"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the merge of human|nature guts slosh &amp; splatter<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">(Tell me again about the time you cut yourself by accident)<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>In the evening there is a crisp of yellow sunset we armed wild with roses\u00a0&amp; husbands sleep curled part-fetal<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">(Tell me again about the time you felt safe resting weightless inside of someone else)<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>This is what I have learned from searching:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">there is no amount of fill that cannot be drained<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>On a Monday night I\u2019ll meet a human and he will gnaw at me I will imagine him inside<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">teeth bared blood dripping and stringy<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But I don\u2019t want to talk about that|I\u2019m trying to live a life<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">For you I modeled wings and strong-smiled\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I said I\u2019m trying to live a life but in a stranger\u2019s face I saw the sparkled giggle of my future children and hated myself for not looking away<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This is foolish but<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I want your long fingers to bone-spur inside of me sprouting nodules of futures<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">(Tell me again how you spread yourself open &amp; licked your wounds as if seductive)<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">(Tell me again about the sun custard mornings when everything was)<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>&amp; you couldn\u2019t know that<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">as you spoke I was imagining the skin inside of your face so close to your brain<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">On Tuesday I will rub myself raw but there will be no feeling<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>See, I\u2019m trying to live a life but<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">you don\u2019t know the history of what\u2019s inside when you stretch me open<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">(Tell me again how safe it is to hunger)<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Marry me in the house we thumbed through together in your kitchen apartment<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">I\u2019ve only known one galaxy with you and it rings herring-scarlet<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Thursday &amp; gnawing I resent everyone who\u2019s ever touched me &amp; everyone<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">who has dared not to<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But there is no longer blood|I am no longer familiar\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">(Tell me please this is the part where forever comes)<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Far be it from anyone to tell the truth about loss but here it is:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">If you think too long about anything it becomes a ghost<\/p>\n\n\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Lena Ziegler<\/strong> is the author of <em>MASH <\/em>(The A3 Press) and editor and co-founder of <em>The Hunger<\/em>. She was a finalist in the Autumn House Press 2018 Fiction contest and the 2017 Goldline Press Non-fiction contest. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in <em>Indiana Review, Split Lip Magazine, Dream Pop Press, Yes, Poetry, The Seventh Wave, Gambling the Aisle, Literary Orphans, The Flexible Persona, Anti-Heroin Chic, <\/em>and others. She holds an MFA from Western Kentucky University and is pursuing her PhD at Bowling Green State University.   <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the merge of human|nature guts slosh &amp; splatter (Tell me again about the time you cut yourself by accident) \u00a0 In the evening there is a crisp of yellow sunset we armed wild with roses\u00a0&amp; husbands sleep curled part-fetal<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":384,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9926],"tags":[22259],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1859"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/384"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1859"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1859\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1862,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1859\/revisions\/1862"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1859"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1859"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1859"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}