• Maryam Ghouth

My Aunt the Piranha

Updated: Oct 11


Her teeth grow sharper when she speaks,

and her words interlock without breath

like the jagged rows lining her jaw.


She hurts.


Sometimes

I want to feed her to a river dolphin or a heron,

and be done with her bites.


Instead, I summon her flaws

to draw her in like bait,

then inculpate.


But to whom do I assign fault?


If the piranha is the self

and the Amazon River is the brain,

do I blame the Amazon River on the ocean

and the ocean on a meteorite?


The Poet Anthology, Family, Volume 2, July 2022

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