Elegy for the Gnat

Issue #150
Winter 2021-22

who drowned

in my two fingers,


denied the bitter

sweetness of a black-


berry and nearly

surrendered to the meat


of a melon, but considered,

mostly, the craft


of thirst or death

and tongued itself


goodbye. oh, gentleness.

oh, small brown float


of a life. what news

should I give your beloveds?


most of them having

followed the rinds,


which too,

though I often forget,


are edible. blame

this on my desire,


which only knows

a soft end. and because


I am hesitant to end a thing,

you’ve done it


for me.