Guest

Slouched on their couch I try for invisibility, my belly falling over my crotch and affording some privacy, my fur a little sparse here and there, my skin scaling underneath.  “Gorilla” means a “tribe of hairy women” but I’m just one gorilla in a group of humans, not a member of the family.

Muzzled, only my
fingers talk. A weed above
snow.  Geranium.


* Nicola Morris started off British but now lives in Vermont, in the US.  She's published poems, stories and essays, and teaches in the Goddard College MFA programme, in Plainfield, Vermont.