2012. október 27., szombat

Dana Levin: Ars Poetica (cocoons)

Six monarch butterfly cocoons
     clinging to the back of your throat –
     you could feel their gold wings trembling.

You were alarmed. You felt infested.
In the downstairs bathroom of the family home,
     gagging to spit them out –
            and a voice saying Don’t, don’t  –

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