Lengthy Poem Contest
of
2021
begin with the stone
by EA Kane
g. bat
a fist of your material grows mottled
and molten and bursts in a flutter of leathery
wings through your chest. you are in that
flutter now, flapping to the darkest cave
wall to rest. you are tired and the desire
cannot follow you when you sleep, so you
allow the tired as your hooked feet clamp
onto the stony overhang and your body
goes limp, your ears pointed to the ground.
((and you are satisfied)) go to t
((is that the only way to escape hunger? sleep?)) go to i