may think you are an angel but you seethe with── humming lanky thorax
God’s eye bobbing in a jar of spit & specimen this flea of being this
instinct from birth you are no butterfly of order no smooth inner lining of──
shimmer reminding one of a beautiful death
Copyright 2016, Matina L. Stamatakis
Matina L. Stamatakis resides in upstate New York as a mother, writer, and visual artist. Some of her works have appeared in Yew, Milk, and Free Verse. She is the author of Metempsychose (ypolita press, 2009).