Godzilla (1954)
Saru Potturi
Godzilla (1954)
By Saru Potturi
Like a mutt, I press my forehead to the tiles.
I’ve been waiting in this shower stall a while
For something to begin. Some post-apocalypse.
In my great big hairy suit I lumbered for the door.
Slumber did me in before I ever reached the shore,
Looking for some silver bullet to redefine me.
I can’t be packed away into a box. I can’t be
Put into language, I don’t know how to talk.
I dream of baring my teeth, I dream of coming clean,
And I dream and I dream of everyone’s shock.
I dream that I’ve been cut from marble, not rock,
And the taste of air stings bright on my tongue.
But when I wake up I know I am under the tide
With a song unsung and my breath undone.
It’s such a beautiful day, all clouds and sun.
Saru Potturi is an Indian-American poet based in California. They received their B.A. in English from Pomona College. Saru's work has appeared in publications such as Wilderness House Literary Review and Agave Review, and is mostly centered around queerness, bodies, and strange emotions.
