Enemy

A monstrous smile

moves in the wildness;

you said: get the quick

victory. Take me on faith.

Lost people remember

the fire, the starlight,

the luminous morning moving

in the darkness.

You keep talking; you

Need me doing like I’m

told. I didn’t

really think of

the subway, music

like red fire, the world

looking like the enemy.

*

This poem was first published in The Found Poetry Review under the name Jessica Otto and was re-published in Lupercalia.

Found poem source: pages 89, 146-7 of Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.

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jessicahalseywrites

Jessica Halsey lives in Arkansas and earning a degree in Laboratory Science while she writes books about werewolves and faeries, a well as many strange poems. She loves birdwatching and performing venipuncture. Her spark bird is the Rose-Breasted Grosbeak and her house words are, “Is there blood on the floor?”

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