Sara Barnett, New York City, USA
And I will deliver it like baby.
Swaddle it, cocoon, and then let rip for butterfly.
(We humans are not living for one day.
Though there may be a chart with the proper correspondences of time.)
But ask me not to raise it—
For out there is low green and the precious bud and proper lightings.
I will pull the shade. And remember her when moths will come upon me, reading others
Late at Night.
Observe their delighted quivering thorax, and wonder if she too is striped.
Sara Barnett’s fiction and poetry, composed primarily in New York City, can be read nationally and abroad in numerous literary magazines, including Arsenic Lobster, The Ginger Collect, The Hungry Chimera, Harbinger Asylum, Anima Poetry and Here Comes Everyone. Her latest pieces, "Asia" and "Holland, Clad in Winter" currently appear in The Sublunary Review. Feel free to check her out further at IMDb.COM and Audible.com.