by Matina Stamatakis

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).


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