Hunting Girliness
المرة مرة و إن تنمرت
My girliness is the size of a Cerberus.
I unchain it out my body, serpent tail tombing
a Mercedes, someone’s Scissorhand
shrubs, trio-headed howls loudening
the clean suburb. It is not tasteful
to fuck with the Tooth Fairy, baby teeth planted
in the oleanders. To beat up boys
at the park, make one my wife
in a white dress when we play marriage.
My aunties crammed me with a mute troubadour
& a lame-folded fawn since birth.
Tell me why there is something else
powering inside, trying to get out, pummeling
my skin purple. Tell me, when can I stop barbing
my headscarves, lining my lashes
with spears? I learn to love my body
by playing dead: legs man-spreading, droop-
lipped for vultures to dine on my basking belly,
wattle of female hanging from their beaks,
& it’s the only time I lie still. My girliness
is a whistle uphill, & my mother is too far
down to hear it. She says, Stop being reckless.
I say, Truth is, I quit being cautious
in third grade when the towers fell
&, later, wore the city’s hatred as hijab.
I believe my baby breasts are reckless, so I tape
them down. Loop training bras to ceiling
fans. Stay hairy. She pulls out her prayer mat,
enlists God to drag a sharp nail across
my jaw as I sleep, shave my girl-beard off.
So I carry copper-heads into the kitchen
as compensation, tails whipping raw
slaps on my chest. Their fangs bite air
& I bite back until I creak when I talk.
She beheads them with a meat knife
then beats me blue, & I take everything
giggling. We all choose how to fill
the lingering lack inside us: I lace bitch-loud
boots to the knees. Scab soft skin
on asphalt. Peel the grit whenever
my blood hardens. I am at war. I go out
to hunt girliness. Find her crouched, camouflaged
like a fugitive between the forsythias.
I load my brother’s bb gun, ignore
her old insistence, begging herself pink.
There was never a day I claimed those flowers–—
open-mouthed sacrifice, blush-wrecked
boon–—or any hound that heeled.
Threa Almontaser is the author of the forthcoming poetry collection, THE WILD FOX OF YEMEN (Graywolf Press, 2021) selected by Harryette Mullen for the 2020 Walt Whitman Award from The Academy of American Poets, and a finalist for the 2020 Tupelo Press Dorset Prize. She teaches English to immigrants and refugees in Raleigh and is a Fulbright candidate for the 2021 academic year. She is at work on her first novel. For more, please visit threawrites.com.