Danielle Nicole Byington
Part of the Litter
The universe drags its tongue from
My heels to the back of my skull
Like a mama cat cleaning her kitten.
It feels rough, tugging flesh away from muscle,
Letting it snap back into the mold she has given me.
She pursues a hunt, waking me with a nudge to
Show the fantastic glitter in her mouth.
It whirls with intelligence, dirt and gold,
Then she swallows it, and says,
What’s mine is yours.