A kiss discarded pell-mell into anarchic flames
dredged from the human genome,
tacked on secret frames—
the insistence of causation—
buttresses our frail elation. Cravings, interventions
of hands, brain, waver in the aftermath,
suspect given the environment’s influence
on even the simplest deed.
Disease holds, with its skeletal hand, the key.
Alchemical beings alter us. We know
not how. The lark and the widow—
distant cousins—meander through years
oblivious to our fascination: coded romance,
fracture relegated to readings of dying stars.
Kevin J.B. O’Connor received his MFA from Old Dominion University, and will start a PhD in English program at University of Kentucky in the fall. He has published poetry in numerous journals, including Bayou Magazine, Glassworks, Flare: The Flagler Review, Hawaii Pacific Review, and Visions International.