EV Noechel’s poem Louvre Cats appeared here in March 2012.
By EV Noechel
of all things alive, the jungle breathes
with hungry saliva and sumptuous,
Controlling, possessive heat.
The weight of humidity in my lungs,
pushes down on my chest like it’s trying
to start a heart gone still. The night twitches
with electricity and tiny frogs in gumball colors.
Above, iguanas lounge, bored with it all.