Posted by: youareuseless | June 21, 2010

And Also With You – work in progress

I only notice that the dragonfly’s body is divided
into four parts, vertical and blacker than stone.
Perpendicular to his grass-blade, I don’t see
how he lets go. He is gone
before I can consider him.

“Consciousness is a sickness,” the underground man said, crouching
in a hot hole. We hate a fever because we hate our own ravings.
A swarm of locusts, boring
into our orifices. They die, and die, and never leave —

we let them breed, waiting to behold. The leaves land
where they will, and I will wait.

Copyright Megan Kennedy 2010


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