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I stirred up a hornets nest,
shears jabbing into the brush.
Disturbing the murmur of their day,
I stand still; wait out their frantic flight.
I see the sinewy, sienna shoots emerge
from the flesh of his heels, sprout
out of his toes, worm their way through the carpet,
ferret weakness in the floorboards,
The littlest creatures died quickly.
Goldfish lasted days, their glowing orange cadavers
bobbing on the fishbowl’s murky surface.
The gecko survived a week. It’s carcass
SheShe: is notwithout he.Add an ‘s’ like theshushing of a child.She enfolds he.Additive, entwined.Of course they are in thistogether.Yet he can standAlone. CaughtSnared in a small trap.Perhaps a possum.The…
My sisters twist their arms into mine.The rhythm of our feet on cobblestonesbegins like morning.This country is certain. It opensits wings like a newly –hatched eagle.I steal the green fields, comb them through my hair,bathe in the soil until I am…