Chitra Ganesh, How to Assemble a Flying Car (detail), 2018, linocut on tan BFK Rives. Courtesy of the artist & Durham Press.
Tonight, I Wish I Were a Dirt Dauber
driven from my mud-chunk home
by pebbles slung from the wild
hands of human boys.
The larders stocked, I’ll feed
forever on orb weavers
and forget words like prognosis
and treatment. I’ll be the sting,
not the stung, and Death
will hear my hum in his own worn-out ears.
Elijah Burrell is the author of the poetry collection The Skin of the River (Aldrich Press, 2014). His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Birmingham Poetry Review, Iron Horse Literary Review, AGNI, Measure, Sugar House Review, and elsewhere. His poem “Bones” was featured in audio form on Sugar House Review‘s podcast, and two of his poems have been featured on The Missouri Review‘s audio podcast. He resides in Jefferson City, Missouri, with his wife and two daughters, and teaches creative writing and literature at Lincoln University. (updated 12/2015)