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.