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.