Raksasa: The Deer-Pig
Karen Greenbaum-Maya
Babirusa, I am only one, but not as rare as you. My relatives are strange but not extinct, and they could visit, even though they don't. But, you too would have nothing to talk about if your hippos and whales visited you. People think I come from New York, and you, babirusa, are a kosher pig. I obsess and I ruminate, but no one counts my stomachs. You are a pig in a Muslim nation, no harm and no use to anyone, still you are hunted and sold.
Little raksasa, little deer-pig, no one fears you either. We both commune in moans and grunts, but you never quite manage to come in on the downbeat. Babirusa, I can jitterbug and waltz, and trot like a fox, but I cannot box like a kangaroo, or swim the Sula Straits with the other babirusas. I am easy to find. I crash into tables. I have never been anyone's trophy, elusive and quiet, forgotten in a New York hotel.
You and I both enjoy mangoes, also mushrooms. I wash bed sheets, you get straw for nests in mating season. We both have long skinny legs, mostly hairless skin. In the right light, our eyes are pale. I too have been lost in New York. A good wallow always sets us right. Before I got the braces, my canines too had flipped, trying like yours to grow up through my snout. No one redirects your slow-breaking wave of bone, not when you watch your tusks approach, not even when they pierce your skull between your eyes, bringing home your truest nature, your secret self.
KAREN GREENBAUM-MAYA is, among other things, a clinical psychologist in California. In another life she was a German Lit major, and lived for Art. She has placed poems and photographs in many publications, most recently Sow’s Ear Poetry Review, Right Hand Pointing, Poemeleon, Comstock Review, qarrtsiluni, Waccamaw, and Status Hat Art Zine. She was nominated for the 2010 Pushcart Prize. Her first chapbook, Eggs Satori, was a finalist of note in Pudding House Publications’ 2010 competition, and awaits publication.
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