I am chrysalis. Bright form geometric. Say
cremaster. Say metamorphosis. Feel, as I
do, the crack as tightness splits to unfurling.
I cling where you never think to look. This
my dun dwelling, this my makeshift, safe
and secret. Not so after, when body’s
bellows spreads me bright. Then you do see
and ready your nets.
Devon Balwit is from Portland, OR. She has two chapbooks: How the Blessed Travel (Maverick Duck Press) & Forms Most Marvelous (forthcoming with dancing girl press). Her work has found many homes, among them: Glass: A Journal of Poetry, The Cincinnati Review, The Stillwater Review, Sierra Nevada Review, Red Earth Review, Panoplyzine, and The Inflectionist Review.