EXPERIMENT
DEVON BALWIT
The monkey has taken the baby, borrowed its
mother’s dress. How sweetly it rocks what it
hasn’t eaten, what remains of love. Both are
pinked with pleasure as the larger croons,
pouring its heart into its dear ribbed bowl. My
littlest love, my darling. Join me in canopy,
together to clamor, together to groom. After
a time, baby’s silence disheartens. The
monkey disrobes and swaddles its stillness. It
curls baby back into cradle. Once again fur
only, it hoots and bares teeth, lifting a parting
arm, hieratic.
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