
To Be a Salamander by Rachel Turney | One Poem Only
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To Be a Salamander
Rachel Turney
I want to be like you. I crave your regenerative abilities.
Does the heart count as a limb? If so, I could regrow the
part that is now missing, rebuild sinuous tissues and
the fat of my epicardium.
I want to wallow in the petrichor and muddy places. I
want to glide between the fallen leaves and tadpoles.
My skin would breathe, my lips smell, my world would
be trickling water in this moss forest.
I would darn socks for my four toes. One tiny bit of
wool to cover each one so that I might step…
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