Entomology

He’s watching you closely,
my grandmother told me

of the lamb of God,
paint-chipped and faded,

seated on the right side
of the empty fireplace,

quiet where grandpa left it
among old Christmas décor

and house-trained spiders,
earwigs and pill bugs.

My grandmother had caught me
in the den, silverfish pinched

between my thumb and fore finger
and another stuck in my teeth.

William Littlejohn-Oram received a degree in Fiction from the University of Houston and is currently pursuing a Master’s degree in Poetry from Texas Tech University. He can currently be found in Lubbock, TX, wearing brightly colored shoes. His work is forthcoming in Inkwell Journal, Amethyst Review, and Ancient Paths.

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