Sierra Nelson — The Monarch Review

Poetry

An amusing detail once noticed is riveting.

(Or: Timothy Tries to Give Me His Number While the Lady He Came with Grows Impatient)

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Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney