You came to me
netted from hair
to ankle in a coat
of flies. Not speaking,
not moving
except in the fidgets
of a thousand clear
wings. I wanted to ask you
so many things.
But when I motioned
to speak,
you scattered.
— Sean Bronson is currently working abroad as an English teacher. His first chapbook of poems, published by Anxiety Press, will probably be coming out sometime in 2024. You can follow him on Twitter at @seanbronsonism