By Jimmy Pappas
We are bats at the mercy of young boys
throwing baseballs high into the night
sky under a streetlight causing us to chase
after the movement only to swerve away
at the last second still searching for moths.
We are magicians’ helpers
privy to the secrets
but never finding
the adulation we crave.
We are mallards scattering feathers
as we rush to meet the bullet
a hunter fired ahead of us.
We are marines on patrol
in a province controlled
by enemy forces as we march
with tourniquets wrapped around
our thighs for the bleeding
that is sure to come.
We are birds flying into picture windows
always expecting the shiny reflection
in the glass to be brighter and better
than the exact replica right behind us.
We are Himalayan jumping spiders
living as high as 22,000 feet above
sea level on Mount Everest where
we feed on insects blown up from
the lower depths of our mountain.
We need to remove the mud
covering our bodies
and anoint ourselves
with precious oils
so we can slide down
the banisters of this world.
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