By Rebecca Rustin


Why did you hesitate
Was it me or was it
The light
I don’t know
I didn’t mean to
What made you turn around
I didn’t mean to
It was like
Is a sin even with you
But the cave has teeth
It puts on skinny yellow
Jeans and is suddenly sexy
O you’re so classically
Thrace-faced I’m livid
With h-e double hockey styx
Tiny jaws have gnawed
It’s quiet as dryads down
Here P watches security footage
He scratches at his laptop
It happens you become footage
Radio stars shine dark down here

Rebecca Rustin is a freelance writer, translator & grad student in translation, in Montreal, QC.

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