Her coat a skin she could shrug off,
hang in the cramped closet, forget.
Her skin gently peeled off her smooth
shoulders and hidden. Her fur ripped
from her bones and buried, she
laid bare, righted to standing, placed
in the house, tending the children,
one eye on the eldest, the other on
ones not yet born, her babies’ chains
pinning her to the earth, dirt not her
habitat, soil her penance, punishment.
In the old story, her own child reveals
the location of the stolen coat, skin,
means of escape. Without a word,
she slinks back into her pelt protection
and rushes down sand dunes toward
the beach, saltwater lapping toes
that are now flippers, legs and hips and
breasts released into a solid, furred body,
slick and strong, eyes dark as night rain,
teeth sharp. But this is no fairy tale,
rather the story of a closet nailed shut,
fur secreted away, lovely pelt burned
in a garden bonfire. This is the story
of a woman trapped ashore with a man
who stole her best thing, captured her,
this a tale of children she loved but did not
want, a life wracked and rent wild with
so much air she could not take in breath.
Jessica Barksdale’s sixteenth novel, What the Moon Did, was published in February 2023 and her second poetry collection, Grim Honey, in 2021. She teaches fiction for the UCLA Extension and in the online MFA program for Southern New Hampshire University. She lives in the Pacific Northwest.