My Poem “Torn” in Kin, Republished here as a Halloween treat

“Torn” by Kelly McQuain, originally published in Kin, Issue 3, September 2012.


By Kelly McQuain

At first, it’s only a hoof where my left foot
used to be, and the only inconvenience

is a shoe that won’t fit. But then, overnight,
a nagging migraine builds to a hard nub

that sprouts five inches above my left eye—
worse than teenage acne: a horn

my hairline can’t disguise. Left eyebrow, too,
is acting up—arching, turning black—

to match half a goatee below—I shave it off;
it grows back. And the hair on my left leg

feels coarser, and now my leg is bending back
—goat’s hock curving to fetlock. I try to straighten it.

It kicks back. Tail’s the worst; it’s forked
—a bit furry, a bit skinned—darting now

through a hole in my boxers. I decide
to call in sick. And it’s true, I’m in agony:

left shoulder blade wrenching, a loud snap.
On my back, a black umbrella unfolds

into a leather wing. In the mirror, half a devil
and I wonder whether hope might spring

from my other side: First sign, a feather.

Photo from Wikipedia Commons by Hariadhi


“Torn” in Kin

Wow, what a nice surprise! Last night I was trying to update Flipboard settings and saw this poem of mine pop up on the Facebook feed in Kin’s new issue. Kin is a fun, quirky journal and I am happy to have discovered it this past year. We are Kin!
Photo from Wikipedia Commons by Hariadhi