“Echolocation” and “Cold”

Rebecca’s back (again!), with yet another potent pairing of poems, this time in Octopus.

I will say that I’m a big fan of “Cold,” as it mentions one of my favorite countries, Estonia!

ECHOLOCATION

Most days I wear
the hunched run

of an animal, darting
until caught

in net or claw—
and that’s fine.

Trapped, I noise
and flap, send you

pressed air,
let you forge

toward me.
Let you touch me.

Let you cut
through net and claw.

COLD

I like my shadow when I’m in this coat.

I look like a Russian soldier or I’m wearing a dress.

I need to be more friendly. I need to treat Estonians better.