In Which I Visit the Goddess Henwen of Wales for a Psychic Reading
She’s a pig like no other — not a cousin to Wilbur, not
your dry rub ribs at Rosie’s or your flying porker statue
in a riverbank park confessing that your hometown
once slaughtered pigs but now tries to rise above it.
Henwen. Divine old sow who birthed a dispersal of corn
wheat and barley. Bees. A cat, unsheathed. Beech nuts
seed her with wisdom, a way to read the Future.
Present, too — she’s aware I’ve been unkind and don’t
know how to fix it. Henwen pities me trapped in my dark
forest, coaxes me to snuffle and grunt, to root for nuts
so that I might find the words to write my terrible wrong.
I rummage deeper in the dank, unearth this apology.
first published in The Gyroscope Review (Fall, 2020)
Mikki Aronoff’s work appears or is forthcoming in The Ekphrastic Review, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Intima, Thimble Literary Magazine, London Reader, SurVision, Rogue Agent, Popshot Quarterly, The South Shore Review, The Fortnightly Review, Feral, The Phare, Milk Candy Review, Flash Boulevard, New World Writing, Emerge, The Disappointed Housewife, Tiny Molecules, Microfiction Monday Magazine, Potato Soup Journal, RubyLit, Bending Genres, Gone Lawn, Mslexia, and elsewhere. Her stories and poems have received Pushcart and Best Microfiction nominations.
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