Larissa Andrusyshyn: A Poem
Larissa Andrusyshyn
HIEROGLYPHICA
No one suspects the scaly-winged pick pocket.
Night, dark with insect patter, proboscis—
a mouth like a straw that unfolds
into the eyes of sleeping birds.
The moth is turning a wound inside out,
release in the orchid and tree bark.
Stomach contents: grief and disaster.
In the dark forests of Madagascar
a transient in imago;
Imagine the dry eyes of sparrows,
the slender-billed flufftail, the cuckoo,
all waking with a
sadness they can’t shake.
from Proof (DC Books, 2015). Reproduced by permission of the author.
from Proof (DC Books, 2015). Reproduced by permission of the author.