i
decayed to a voice a vowel a stressed
syllable. trapped in the glass of my
childhood jar. i used to stab stars in
the top. insects crawled on
the bottom. i
should have been Eve
in shrink wrap. gliding towards the forbidden
pear. that infamous clock with green
flesh. i’d eat it before the serpent
speaks. as insects constellate on
leaves.
Kegan Swyers, “Sibyl,” Fairy Tale Review (Web, March 2021).