Kathryn Daszkiewicz
Jellyfish
While you are writing the letter,
the one I will read over and over on Monday
in the dangerous cloakroom, I am safe
in the charmed circle of my black umbrella.
Insistent rain taps out a warning again
and again on the canopy. It isn’t right, it isn’t right.
But I don’t listen and I will not think
about the sound of spring rain on the white marquee
four years before. It played a different tune.
I grip the handle - shaped like a walking stick
turned upside down. Like everything outside
this spoke-bound circle. It cannot steady me.
And I am envious of its frame of steel:
there’s so much hurting to be done.
Bell-like I’m almost floating through this watery town.
I cannot look at my left hand. I know that soon
those things that brush the closest will be stung.
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