Dissect me.
Tear out my insides, call it adapting
evolving, part of your biology
I squirm, pinned by your processes.
Call it science, and I-
will call it as it is,
Murder me.
Keep me captive, I leap free
while you all leap to conclusions,
like frenzied flies to ponds
of sugar water placebo pills.
My strong legs bound, but I-
am not free,
Free me.
Cut me loose instead of open,
send me to the pond. You call it
breeding. I call it family.
One escapes, you call it a taboo dinner,
and my heart is bleeding on the table,
a practice autopsy, but I know the cause
of death, and I-
will call it as it is.
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Avant is Rowan's undergraduate magazine of literature and art. Funded by the Student Government Association, it is typically published every semester. Submissions of poetry, prose, and visual art are accepted from matriculated students throughout the year.
Selections are made anonymously by an editorial board and staff made up of undergraduate students. Members of the editorial board are elected each spring by all voting members of Avant. This semester, Avant meets every Tuesday at 7 PM over Zoom.
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