animals by Nicole Farmer me 17 he 20 what animal do I remind you of I say animal he repeats, yes I say you tell me and I'll tell you, think long and hard take a day and meet me at the library tomorrow me the romantic he the sceptic my head is filled with all the things he will say, could say instead of what I will identify him as because I already know he is leopard or mountain lion - feline, lazy, stealthy, almost feminine and yet so alarmingly masculine when he pounces death drop from the tree branch, caught in his jaws blue eyes eating me alive, my escape a mere dream so I am imagining his response, surely I am a swan or a doe delicate and graceful next day at the university library stacks he kicks my knees out from behind, kisses the back of my neck so, I say, well the animal, he teases you're a shew, of course a what, a mouse, I say incredulous look it up he says and when I do yup, it's a mouse, world's tiniest fits in a teaspoon, totally ordinary, small and insignificant. we play cat and mouse for three years, but I still say he's wrong
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Nicole Farmer is a reading tutor living in Asheville, NC. Her poems have been published in The Closed Eye Open, Quillkeepers Press, Capsule Stories, Sheepshead Review, Roadrunner Review, Wild Roof Journal, Bacopa Literary Review, Great Smokies Review, Kakalak Review, 86 Logic, Wingless Dreamer, Inlandia Review, In Parentheses, and others. Nicole has been awarded the First Prize in Prose Poetry from the Bacopa Literary Review and has just finished her first chapbook entitled ‘Wandering Not Lost’. Way back in the 90’s she graduated from The Juilliard School of Drama. You can find her dancing barefoot in her driveway on the full moon at midnight.