Turning that new leaf
over and over
like wrinkled paper – so soft
Are those eggs in its underwing?
Minuscule, little dreaming larvae
sunlight spears you
What do you do when it hits the bottom?
face up
A platter for ***** beaks
They wake up and eat
hiding and eating, growing
until you miss that leaf so much
your organs melt
writhing goops of self
you make your own
Later, you’ll turn
briefly
but so spectacularly
Your little dreams will find their deaths
unnoticed little sleeps
while the leaves turn still
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Turning that new leaf
over and over
like wrinkled paper – so soft
Are those eggs in its underwing?
Minuscule, little dreaming larvae
sunlight spears you
What do you do when it hits the bottom?
face up
A platter for ***** beaks
They wake up and eat
hiding and eating, growing
until you miss that leaf so much
your organs melt
writhing goops of self
you make your own
Later, you’ll turn
briefly
but so spectacularly
Your little dreams will find their deaths
unnoticed little sleeps
while the leaves turn still
