Friday, January 28, 2022

Leviathan by Timothy Donnelly

Leviathan

 
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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