With my hands on my hips
and my right leg perched on a rock,
I piss off a cliff into the woods.
There’s something so simple
about letting the worst parts of yourself
grow into something new,
that in this moment, all the injustice
in our world briefly leaves my thoughts.
The image of migrant children
being kicked awake and beaten at the border,
nostalgic of the fetus like lizards afraid to lose
their summer skin doesn’t even cross my mind.
I don’t think about how the ICE
made girls strip naked before showering
or how they were forced to drink toilet water
and eat raw meat, and I certainly don’t think about
Dixiana, the 10 year old girl who’s tired eyes
began to resemble the chain link cage
she was forced inside. I just stand as the wind licks
my back, arguing with the leaves as it pushes its way
through the pine trees. The rain begins to fall
and I begin to cry as I zip up my jeans,
considering for a second what it would
feel like to forget my mother’s face.
Austin Davis is an award winning poet and spoken word artist from Mesa, Arizona. Austin’s poetry has been published in over 30 literary journals and magazines, both in print and online. Austin’s first chapbook, “The Moon and Her Ocean,” was published in March, 2017 by Fowlpox Press and “Cloudy Days, Still Nights,” Austin’s first full length collection of poetry, was published in May, 2018 from Moran Press.