Kate Michaelson
Ichneumon Wasp
Three fearsome wands,
black swath
of wing drawn back
behind the abdomen,
that sickle
slender curve. Your head
of eyes, their onyx shine
a start
ocelli shift, sensors
roll in all directions. Arch
of falling net,
and frenzied isopropyl
killing jar. Freeze
the body sharp
pierced crisp beneath a pin,
still and ferocious.
Kate Michaelson lives in Columbus, Ohio where she teaches Composition at the Ohio State University. She is currently working toward her first collection of poems.
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