Friday, January 28, 2022

Leviathan by Timothy Donnelly


My citizenship is most acutely
felt at night when I entrust myself
into the dark and sulfury confusion
of the belly of it, having already
submitted to a long lick of the just
barely visible mucus of its laws,
whose warm coat protects me from
the perilous storm, the numerous
nocturnal forms, and much anxiety
regarding same, which would otherwise
do enormous harm were it not for
the double capsule that seals me off
from it, from other, from self, and in
the good night’s sleep that leaves
me waking sticky with indebtedness
but prepared to join the workforce.

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