Leilanie Stewart
 
DO NOT TAMPER WITH THE SEAL
 
She was a guitar string of a girl
the kind that they wanted to pluck
but couldn't
they had the sharp nails for the job
but she was out of reach
and always would be
 
She was a zipper of a girl
the sort with the metal teeth stuck
at the top
of an anorak they wanted to open
but the duck-down feathers
were all for her
 
un-plucked
un-stuck
she would always be
that inimitable nonsequitur
the benchmark
of sanity
 
 
 

 
Leilanie Stewart
 
THE DANGER OF EVOLUTION
 
The more that you know
the deeper the fear becomes
until you start questioning existence itself
because if the root of all things,
the place where you once felt safe
becomes the very thing that you abhor,
and you can no longer deny yourself the truth
then the knowledge is a medicine that burns
a hole in your very core,
and if that core is made of nothing more
than a hunk of meat in the first place
then how is that protection for anything?
How can you shield yourself
from a metaphysical fire
that will consume all that you are
and all that you were?
 
Float free
into the future
you can call it cerebral, if you want,
but know
that the sponge from which it stems
is reality