Megan Briggs
One Day Fly: After GROUND ZERO /51.04536/3.71609
17.09.25 – 05.10.25
Plank by plank
I am pulled apart:
my pieces now an elegy
pitched as a melody
on the floor. I hold
many persons you miss—I am warm
under the weight of her bent
& bowed to the iron.
Her tools were first greased then
gleaming, slick and careening.
Grains of sand hitch
onto your sleeve
your heels. Sand fills
your pockets (one for each night)
stacked and sagging
as many years might.
Indigos and lilacs, soapy tides
lifelines taut around spotted oak eyes.
Criss-cross, smolder, unspool.
Please, your attention.
To a mayfly (eendagsvlieg, I whisper),
you are a god.
But a forest regards you less—
though with affection
like a dog.
Written in August 2025 on the occasion of the performance
Megan Briggs is an American poet and video artist based in Antwerp, Belgium. Their practice involves experimental film and sound design to form an audiovisual poetics.
