Megan Briggs
One Day Fly: After GROUND ZERO /51.04536/3.71609

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.

Geschreven in augustus 2025 ter gelegenheid van de performance GROUND ZERO /51.04536/3.71609

Megan Briggs is een Amerikaanse dichter en videoartiest, gevestigd in Antwerpen, België. Hun praktijk omvat experimentele film en geluidsontwerp om een audiovisuele poëzie te vormen.