Seeing
A neon sneeze, fireflies
mist the jack pines. We
jarred them once all summer,
stabbed holes for bug breath
and watched the wings beat slow,
slower against the trick
absence of glass.
Matthew Bruce’s writing can be found in Carolina Quarterly, Adroit Journal, Sixth Finch, West Branch, Nashville Review, Cincinnati Review, and elsewhere. Originally from Atlanta, he now
lives in Minneapolis, where he teaches at the University of St. Thomas.