By Linda Drach
they feed on our silence
glaze us
in sticky dew
from one perspective, they are highly successful:
stunted growth, low yields, withered leaves
curled inward
so what do we do?
you tell me
I tell you
like drops of blood, spattering:
ladybugs, spilling out
by the thousands
Linda Drach is a a Portland, Oregon writer who works in public health research and evaluation, including projects related to HIV, sexual and domestic violence, and criminal justice. My writing ranges from the scientific to the lyric, and has been published in peer-review journals like the American Journal of Public Health and Public Health Reports, and the literary journal VoiceCatcher.
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