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