Butterfly In A Bell Jar

Butterfly in a bell jar, a quiet night in August,

Tom sits up in his bed; it’s a quarter-to-three.

This is his first evening alone in the new apartment.

There’s a noise coming from the kitchen.

The clatter of a pan. Creak of a cabinet door.

Someone is in the kitchen.

The way you can be sure you’ve done a thing,

& then be forced at ( Read more... )