2 poems by Selena Cotte


Self-portrait as the rabbit freshly freed, then scooped up by the hawk


I basked in the A/C

took pleasure in indoor delights


yet I could not help but

idolize that door: that


emblem of freedom and

all I could build


for myself.

At night I derived plans


figured the best way out

until my parents agreed:


It broke their hearts

but I had them convinced


that home was no home

for a sprightly young


Bunny; so they laid me down

in the grasses


reliving their own first departures,

assured doing the hard thing


must be right.

Joy and envy and that


ripped-off band-aid feel suddenly curtailed

by that predatory bird


with a heart only directed

to fresh meat.


Was I just not ready for such focused wings

such practiced swooping down


an algorithmic brutality

of nature


or was I just waiting

for the right hawk


in the wrong lawn

his hunger pangs awakened


choosing me for his harvest

and then you.



Self-portrait as a self-portrait poem


May I be so bold as to admit I feel at one

with the world around me?


That when a kitchen drawer slams

someone is shouting.


God, how humiliating,

identifying with mere mortals


with all that grows around me

and may die or be wrong one day.


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Selena Cotte is a poet, journalist & shapeshifter living in Chicago by way of Orlando. Her poems are published or forthcoming in journals such as HAD, Landfill, Ghost City Review & others. She can be found online @selenacotte, wherever you think that may work.