Friday, July 30, 2010

Eve Young and Alone

No, I am not selfish;
I will live forever. Where
is Adam?
Who cares. Look,
Sunlight falls through the leaves
of that tree
like the wasps that swarm
the fruit.
What? Oh yes,
I suppose I am Beautiful.
What do you mean I can't sting?
Of course I can.
Watch this.

By Jessica Otto

1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Jessica Otto is a graduate student in Goddard College's Creative Writing MFA Program, lives in Arkansas with her husband and cats and edits the twitter zine trapeze magazine.

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