my favourite animal is the universe


a wolf fox with spindle legs
(whose closest relative is a bush dog)
strangled cry of the cuckooshrike
hungry throats weeping, stretched

always all this yearning
tongues, hands, seeds
the urge to grow
is either noble or disgusting

words shift as the light
truth follows
who among us
has not let
the purple rice
mould bloom forgotten?
left the celery betrayed
stayed up till one am
when you know that’s a terrible
idea!

let the mushrooms
eat the chipboard
in the laundry
under the stairs
and let them
consume me
too

the builders ripped up to the dirt
a pale root snaking
conserving water
transmute or be transmuted
you’re the salp chain or the seal

Eliana Gray

Eliana Gray is a writer living in Ōtepoti, Aotearoa. You can find their work in print and scattered about the internet in places such as: Overland, Cordite, Landfall, The Spinoff and Bad Apple. They've been thinking a lot about whales. You can reach them on elianagraywriter@gmail.com.

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