Issue 5 – Slocum


Sheryl Slocum

Minotaur

I am the unformed thought
waking you at night.
Just beyond the filament of words,
unnetted by vowel or consonant,
I am the terrible of anticipation.

While you hunt me, I stalk you,
stealing behind strands of consciousness.
I am the beast at the center,
the one you’ve come to slay.
Yet, the hunter is shaped by the prey.

Let go the thread!
At the heart you’ll find—
heart,
words,
unexpected.