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In Which Asterion Survives the Labyrinth
Taylor Brunson
Who will be left to follow
the twine? Or the shape
desires take at night,
unspooled? What might
offer me a way out? Horns
frame the radiant scrim
of space, embrace dark sides
of twin moons, waxing, waning—
what’s human in me
imagines my form a tenderness,
a body worthy
of worship, star-like.
Mother golden, this is as closely
as I hoped to resemble you,
how you have beamed,
beloved of every beastly
vengeance. Yet, my birthright:
every offering foregone.
Every possible ending
is just as my beginning,
another spoil. No moons
here but the curved
glitter of scythes to light
what I might make
of a man in this heart,
incomprehensible as any other.
About the Author
Taylor Brunson is a poet living in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Her work has recently been featured in Non.Plus Lit, The Daily Drunk Mag, perhappened, and Dwelling Literary. She serves as an assistant poetry editor for Four Way Review and an assistant nonfiction editor for Nashville Review. Taylor can be found on Twitter @taylor_thefox.