Maybe there is no magic, no Technicolor,
but inside the seed, there is a kingdom.
Ask me anything, I will tell you the truth.
It is a fatal wound for every single wolf and thimble.
Even the night watchman is not immune.
We may as well sing, George.
Inside the throat,
A carriage, a pony, a parachute.
From In an Invisible Glass Case Which Is Also a Frame (Four Way Books, 2019) by Julia Guez. Copyright © 2019 Julia Guez. Used with the permission of the Permissions Company, LLC, on behalf of Four Way Books.