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
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
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.