Bovine

by Devin Lee

Born in the Year of the Ox

With her mother’s eyes

And her father’s rage

She was destined

To bite the hand

That fed her

From the day she arrived

Legs shaking

Against the floorboards

The picture frames

That lined the hall

Began to rattle

Inside the china cabinet

She gave bovine a bad name

Putting porcelain on edge

With the screech of her hooves

Breathing heavy against the glass

She saw her reflection in the fog

Felt the world collapse

Into the circumference of her eye

And charged full speed

Into the sight of herself