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May 142011
 

by Kasandra Larsen


Sun. Butter. Marigold. Egg yolk. Lemon. Canary

and the background of giraffes.


Snot. Vomit,

pus, mucus, phlegm,

etcetera.

Secretions. A sickly shade.


An insult. Bruised

ego. Being afraid.


Naughty curiosity

and growing pains. The amber slant

of light in morphing mirrors, angst.

Frustration. First

love lost.


Caution.

Or a quick burst of speed.


One minute, thirty-six seconds into the third movement of Beethoven’s Piano Concerto

No. 5, Op. 73.


What comes

at the moment of death.


Endless breath

allowing for possible

happiness. The ability

to let go,

to forget.


Determination

not to keep those kinds of secrets.