From the Horns
Lauren Russell
                  Save me from the lion's mouth: for thou hast
                  heard me from the horns of unicorns.
                  —Psalm 22:21 (King James Bible)



Before I was a brokenheart,
I was a siren. I was a whip-
lash after a wreck.
An anxious foghorn
bleating. When I was in love,
I felt uncertain—a tightrope
walker wavering, half
slipping, half leaping
into the net. Now
the body shirks its duties.
It murkifies, scorns
its porous borders. All
its walls are sponges,
its ceilings seep.
There is a wet luck
vibrating in an attic.
Then there is a green
need growing a corrugated
tail. Transformation is juncture
where linkages fail. Before
I was a brokenheart. And now:
Who is listening
to a lean
dream impaled, sail
riding a contorted
horn—some mule
some mare weft through
a tapestry that groans
as it tears? She molts. She rears.
Before I was a brokenheart, and now—
from the book A WINDOW THAT CAN NEITHER OPEN NOR CLOSE  / Milkweed Books
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As an atheist who grew up with a church community, I sometimes wish it were possible to reclaim the ritual and social aspects of religion without the beliefs. Years ago, when Spark + Echo Arts approached me about writing a poem in response to a Bible verse, I embraced the opportunity to engage with the Bible as a poet. As I wrote in a statement, “In my poem, the brokenhearted speaker does not know if anyone can hear her. For me, there is no turn from agony to faith; there is only a dangling question, but there is also the urge to stretch the limits of what is possible through art.”
 
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