Genesis 4:13

after Emanuel Krescenc Liška’s Cain

Moth-eggs wafer

-crunched 

by daylight.

I too have been

fractal,

fleeting —

like milkweeds

lulled 

to its fall.

On the shore, I scrape the sky

with my toe:

swarm in, daylight.

Pip me open, god’s gilded breath,

on my mother’s breast.

Let me know warmth 

as milk

spilled.

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Cover photo by Bernadetta Watts