Jeannine M. Pitas

Mycophobia: Jeannine M. Pitas


Mycophobia

For Margaret Randall

They are made of death.

I knew that
before anyone told me.

They do not belong
in the lush green of the forest,

among these ferns,
these conifers, this smell

of maples leaves and holly. They surge
in the night, surrounding me

with a constant fear
of what I will become.

For years I didn’t understand
my fear, until the day I learned

the truth: before I could speak,
one entrusted to love me

held me down, placed a terrible
mushroom deep in my mouth, and choked

my narrow throat. It was too much reality
for a three-year-old in a pink party dress,

patent leather shoes, too soon for one
so recently born to be thrust

into the death’s slippery truth.
Language was what let me out;

words were the breadcrumbs
I followed to escape

the cannibal witch’s cottage,
the wizard’s laboratory of poisons.

But even today the path is still lined
with those horrid white weapons,

those terrible stalks
that sprout up

from the dead.

Jeannine M. Pitas is a writer, teacher, and Spanish-English literary translator. Her first full-length poetry book, Things Seen and Unseen, was published by Mosaic Press in 2019, and her most recent translation, We do not live in vain by Uruguayan poet Selva Casal, is forthcoming this year from Veliz Books. She lives in Iowa and teaches at the University of Dubuque.