Jumping Off: If Only Others (poem)
If Only Others
Outed from bark made mulch by thermal shock
the beetle takes a chill that starts a frail cough
a worm’s meandering charts the tops
an infestation census-taker
feels the math mid-century young adulthood’s
unexpected death on meeting the proboscis
of a predatory wasp synthesis in skin and bone
above susception once and arteries of plants
the solidity of mountains
the temptation to belong at cost
On a day in November
Thunder but isn’t thunder
when the bowling ball rolls down the lane
at EST am we’re still in details and coffee
email then injustice, nature’s atoms her refusal
first she wants them
now, of nows, so many find themselves
stalled and suing for permission
This frenzy kills a number of bureaucrats
minor officers and supervisors of egress
exactly those desperate eager who’d wanted to rise
on the strength of this
their terrible willingness
the fingers on your hand take
random fiberglass found melted
and must, for what it touched
wield almost mythic poison
you wish to die a succubus
a kiss from you destroy them
If Only Others
Remains of Your Legacy
(2019, Stephanie Foster)