“When I look out the window and say green, I mean sea green,/I mean moss green, I mean gray, I mean pale and also/electrically flecked with white and I mean green/in its damp way of glowing off a leaf.” – Kathryn Nuernberger, “Translations”
Critter On My Window by Cindy Mc is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
God gave her a long body and feathery antennae. Her stretchy-thin legs sense a change in the weather a few seconds into the future. Here she rests, against the cold-smooth glass of window, the foreground of everyone’s background.
A swath of street, a clump of house, a sprout of tree hover behind her.
Her breath comes through the spiracles in her thorax, her blood cradles the organs, her heart dots the medial line along…
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