Apr 7, 2015
Almost Refrain
Written by Meg Wade
Read by Hila Ratzabi
The whole messy thing
unravels like a horse
belly, split open
and spilled. A wasp
nest, gristled angels,
it’s strange, how scared
I am–quick write
down, Ferris wheel.
Write down, ceiling
of bees. Carefully mark
the lover pulseless
in the middle of a very long,
high road we never see
the end of–my throat
falls right out of my body.
A moth’s wings before
the dust knocked off.