or are we wasps
a poem by david devanny
are
we
going
faster
than
we
seem
to
be?
and
are
we
fearful
enough?
we
have
caught
glimpses
of
our
own
lives
from
september
issue
control
towers
but
to
determine
where
we
are
give
up
on
knowing
how
fast
we're
going
rarely
lighting
up
each
screen
or
waking
blundering
-
we
are
quarks
and
as
such
exist
and
cease
to
exist
at
will
-
sometimes
flashing
drunkenly
together
breaking
parts
off
each
other
we
are
dopey
doubtfully
gnawing
perverted
sordid
and
narced-up