Friday, January 11, 2013

Time to Grow Up Where There's No Time at All

You simply do not exist, they assert with buttoned-up stares,
Though I’ve detected salty scents on the curled tongues of butterflies,
And feet-shapes where the grass and clover straighten their necks.

Get your head out of the mist, they keep telling me,
There are no such beasts in the world.
But I think I saw you once, at the corner of my eye.
Yes, I truly think I did! And you were big and fleshy and sad,
Just like the drawings in my secret book of folklore and myth:
Those spider silk pages always turning beneath the moonlight.

First published in the April 2012 issue of Mythic Delirium.

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