Ars Poetica (cocoons)

Dana Levin

Six monarch butterfly cocoons
      clinging to the back of your throat—
      you could feel their gold wings trembling.
You were alarmed. You felt infested.
In the downstairs bathroom of the family home,
      gagging to spit them out—
            and a voice saying Donít, donít—
Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press,

Poems by This Author

Bardo by Dana Levin
Ghosts That Need Reminding by Dana Levin
Through shattered glass and sheeted furniture, chicken
In the Surgical Theatre by Dana Levin
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Styx by Dana Levin
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Zozo-ji by Dana Levin
One cry from a lone bird over a misted river