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WEASEL I SHOT YOU SO YOU'RE MY MANTRA NOW

by julia bouwsma

 

 

Weasel my white throat wrapped by a white scarf. Weasel my winter,

my swaddling, my bandage—the gauze-stitch suture needed to repair the gash

in the throat left by a roulette of teeth, weasel who cartwheels through

the air mouth open to the take, who is a Jackson Pollack of chicken blood

across the snout. Weasel our collective hunger, weasel my singular bloodlust.

Like you I was born animal—born to the fluff and fear of the den,

born with a black eye to bead on my prey, born in marrow

and gristle, one in a line of conquerors, hunted, hated by farmers, prized

for your pelt. Weasel sleek, weasel relentless. Weasel a fat field mouse

between your jaws as you plunge the fallow field. Weasel you curl

an innocence at the top of the woodpile, peek out between

the dark logs. Weasel watch the swinging axe. Weasel

every tooth relentless. Weasel my silence. Weasel an accounting

of all my crimes in the black ink that spills and pools the end

of your tail. Weasel bites without fear the boot that pins. Weasel’s neck

defies the falling rifle butt. Weasel will always kill more than it can haul.

Weasel leave the frozen hens to stiffen in the coop. Weasel return

the next night. Weasel there is never enough blood. Weasel the hot,

weasel the warm, weasel our thirst. Weasel a whole river

of thirst. Weasel I taste the trickling across my own muzzle.

Weasel the dropped bullet, the pine shavings, the trembling

fingers reload. Weasel my black gleaming is your 

black gleaming. Weasel I recognize this as I cock the rifle, weasel

as I aim. Weasel as I finger on the trigger and pull.

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Julia Bouwsma lives off-the-grid in the mountains of western Maine, where she is a poet, farmer, editor, and small-town librarian. She is the author of two poetry collections: Midden (Fordham University Press, 2018) and Work by Bloodlight (Cider Press Review, 2017). Honors she has received include the 2019 and 2018 Maine Literary Awards,the 2016-17 Poets Out Loud Prize, and the 2015 Cider Press Review Book Award. Her poems and book reviews have appeared in Cutthroat, Grist, Poetry Daily, Poetry Northwest, RHINO, River Styx, and other journals. She serves as Library Director for Webster Library in Kingfield, Maine.

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The American Poetry Journal (APJ) is back and online only for now! Theresa Senato Edwards has taken over the reins as of April 21, 2025. Unfortunately, Theresa did not get much info on past submissions, except that all submissions were responded to. She queried about the anthology, chapbook, full-length submissions, and any upcoming online issues; but the same response was given to her: that all submissions were responded to. Theresa was not able to obtain access to the old APJ Submittable account either. She requested access but was told that the APJ Submittable account was unavailable. Theresa was not a part of the mess that transpired from 2022 to 2024, approximately. And she is sorry that she doesn't have additional news about much of the past submissions as well as submission fees. She asked for financial statements but was not given any. For now the website has been updated with issue and review archives, and we will go from there. Theresa apologizes that she doesn't have more to share and hopes that all her literary citizenship and fine literary reputation over the years will help APJ move positively forward, despite all the disappointment. Theresa will try her best to regain APJ's transparency, passion, and commitment to poets and poetry.​

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