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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



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.

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