Issue 6 – Summer 2004 – Kate Michaelson

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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