Felicia Zamora

Felicia Zamora is the author of the books Of Form & Gather, winner of the 2016 Andrés Montoya Poetry Prize (University of Notre Dame Press), & in Open, Marvel (Parlor Press), and Instrument of Gaps (Slope Editions). Of Form & Gather was listed as one of the “9 Outstanding Latino Books Recently Published by Independent and University Presses” by NBC News. She won the 2015 Tomaž Šalamun Prize from Verse, and authored two chapbooks. Her published works may be found or forthcoming in Crazyhorse, Hotel Amerika, Indiana Review, jubilat, Meridian, North American Review, OmniVerse, Pleiades, Poetry Daily, Prairie Schooner, Sugar House Review, Tarpaulin Sky Magazine, The Cincinnati Review, The Georgia Review, The Michigan Quarterly, TriQuarterly Review, Tupelo Quarterly, Verse Daily, Witness Magazine, West Branch, and others. She is an associate poetry editor for the Colorado Review and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Colorado State University.

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Decoy (first published in Indian Review)

I am the ocean bottom; my craters full of bioluminescence
twinkling in heavy, heavy dark. Who speaks of the float circling
inside them? Cut open a creature; what do you expect? A line of
labels & a thing exposed; think clever me, let’s slice an eel, pare down
parts, see how we mean. Now you, eel under knife. Now me. Hold
the blade, away from anything that tears, cull the power of light,
of adaptation, the fish in heavy wet with a glowing lure on its
head; that’s something. Do you need to collect all parts to be
something? When first you swim, flesh remembers amniotic
everything; you on the other hand, ignore the innate sense of
fluidity. When I say you I mean I; a little I/Thou never hurt as
long as you fasten other’s oxygen mask first; I am a giant tube
worm, plume scarlet; think hemoglobin; think what carries in presence
of sulfide; think insides I wear out; & you consider float; the decoy
made of bob & shine & teeth & fins & & &