Issue 34,  Poetry

A Panther on TV by Ryan Bollenbach

The Gauze Panther watches

My nose and tongue

Taste-testing the humid air reflexively

Suddenly I want meat

I let the ants walk up my tongue

Like I might eat them

Bend my tongue muscles

To make a sacred bench in memorial

For the late golden toad they have eaten

The ants call my bluff

Sit on my bench

Play chess

Eat junk food

Wander through the cavern of my nose

To lay in the breeze of the ceiling fan

I’ve mounted on my uvula

To not shred them on my canines

Is the struggle against instinct

I didn’t realize I hungered for

Until I passed

Into the marsh’s sunroom

And held back my every sneeze

Later I saw a program playing silently

In the screen of a TV

Floating on a pond’s algae surface

It was the Gauze Panther in youth

Stalking through the rain

They stopped to swipe a human baby

From its crib by an open window

A fresh baked pie sat steaming on the sill

In that black and white animated dream

The panther brought teeth to neck

As silent as a final Earthly wish

For bustling glaciers

The panther stopped

When that bare throat cooed ma ma

As the panther debated

The shadow of a cross

Grew long overtop the babe’s brow

If a child was swiped

And there was no one there to see it

Would that panther still a horror be?

The first universe eventually exploded

Into some other being

The first-bloomed flower stem

Eventually bled green

When the whistling wind played

A bend-and-crack nocturne on its back

I have eaten a Gothic castle’s worth of leaves

And I need them to burn

Because the space in my stomach

Where I keep my beauty

Is filling up

I wake in the golden hour

From food-heavy sleep

Chin deep in a mud-red pool

Coughing up algae

The whites of my eyes are the only clean thing

As I peer from the water

To find what will kill me

A chainsaw is somewhere revving

Breathing slowly on a sunbaked boulder

The Gauze Panther lies watching me

God’s hot hand rubs their stomach


Ryan Bollenbach is a writer and musician living in Houston, Texas. He is the managing editor of Gulf Coast, and formerly served as the poetry editor for Black Warrior Review. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in DIAGRAM, Bennington Review, Quarterly West, Snail Trail Press, and elsewhere. Reach out on twitter @SilentAsIAm and IG at Silent_As_I_Am.