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"The Problem With Becoming A Bear" by Nadia Kalman

  • May 23
  • 1 min read


You have to first take out your guts


so that it has a place to go


But then, what happens if it doesn’t grow?



The bear gets stuck at cub


the hollow stays,


the bear claws air.



Remember how you used to say “Hit me”


when you knew you’d done something wrong?


You’d flex your stomach so, you said, it wouldn’t hurt,



You’d tell us, “Do it now.” There would be tears


You’d tell my brother, be a man


and you’d be smiling, buttons straining on your shirt




Nadia Kalman is an NEA Literature grantee who has published one novel (The Cosmopolitans, Livingston Press) and translated work from the poet Regina Derieva for the collection Earthly Lexicon (Marick Press.) Her poems appear in Heavy Feather, the Chiron Review, and other journals.

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