Kalie Pead

Do you remember the den, Little Rabbit?

PUBLISHED IN FOLIO 2023: VOL. 38.

This poem was crafted.

How hands graze the body [no]
Cold immediacy [yes]
how fire strikes blooming cheeks [maybe]
moths drawn to the flame [yes]
wings formed from liquid silk [no]
Cold immediacy [rephrase]
empty immediacy [rephrase]
bodies stuck in beds for safety [maybe]
moths can’t see the danger
of the flame until it ignites
wings edge [rephrase]
how sparks tickle before they burn [no]
Cold immediacy [yes]
how a lock is both for safe keeping
and secret keeping [maybe]
moths (commonly) live less than 30 days [rephrase]
moths leave their mouths behind in
metamorphosis [yes]
how they slowly starve [no]
Cold immediacy [yes]
how quickly she’s at the flame how [rephrase]
slow she is to bury how [rephrase]
infinite this death how [rephrase]
impossible — this keening [yes]
Little Rabbit’s song