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Elephant

Everywhere, they’re turning their fear
into sharp teeth. While I
still walk around with a soft neck.

I am no longer foolish enough to hope,
but still foolish enough to want to.

I want to learn the language of trees, but can’t
until my Spanish is better.
I am a bad granddaughter.

Lately I daydream accidents
and I don’t believe in my work anymore.

The truth is the elephant in the classroom.
               I know this one—elefante.
The elephant is a lesson in wabi-sabi.

Outside there are tigers.              Listen.
I’m all belly, no tusks.

I swear I want to find hope again,
but I’m afraid that hope
is no longer interested in me.

Melissa Bernal Austin is a queer Latine writer, artist, and educator in El Paso, TX, where they’re typically spotted covered in cat hair, paint, and/or dirt. Their work can be found in Longleaf Review, Pidgeonholes, The Boiler, and more. Find them online at @house.gnome and @mbernalaustin (Substack).

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