ANGELICA WHITEHORNE

Creature of Cocoon

PUBLISHED IN FOLIO 2024: VOL. 39.

Am I a creature of cocoon?
I pupate myself and wait for later.
We see the trees growing up,
but they are also growing down.
I loved the shape of love, until
it got closer. Clear as a white spring moth.
Translucent. Could stick my hand
right through it. The taste
of disaster like rust and day-old take out,
it lingers. A caterpillar eats itself to become.
I did my best to spin and nestle, to keep
everything together. But Someone built
the chrysalis with weak lines.
Someone built the winged-thing
knowing when to push.