Anticipatory Miscarriage
Elizabeth Metzger
  I bleed like
  a finished funeral
  into the fantasy
  where pain gazelles
  in the parts
  of me
  that bleed.
  They graze
  vacantly with
  appetite. Their taboo
  horns yank
  the blood right
  out of me.
  They envy
  that I do not
  leap away. To be
  lighter and less
  by gravity, they fetter
  in their anxious
  multiplying herd.
  I teach them
  to bite
  better, bite
  around my unsensing.
  Why be rubbed
  when you
  can run back
  the elastic trap
  of transformations?
Elizabeth Metzger’s first collection, The Spirit Papers, won the 2016 Juniper Prize and will be published by University of Massachusetts Press in Winter 2017. Her chapbook The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death is forthcoming from Horsethief Books. Her poetry has recently appeared in The New YorkerBest New Poets 2015The Iowa Review, and elsewhere. She is the Poetry Editor of the Los Angeles Review of Books Quarterly Journal. 

more by Elizabeth Metzger:
Never Bedtime
Lucid Dreaming Within Biological Clock
Via Negativa