THE OTHER SIDE OF METAMORPHOSIS WHEN THE INSECT TURNED INTO A HUMAN


Ammara Younas

THE OTHER SIDE OF METAMORPHOSIS WHEN THE INSECT TURNED INTO A HUMAN


Ammara Younas

HEADER PHOTO: Plan 9 from Outer Space, 1957
poetry, aug 24, anniversary issue









I lament
the false loftiness  of this vertical   body nosing
    through the    high clouds    when everyone else around me
bows in reverence
    to the richness of the loam
I wish I was home
    in my body    there’s a sea
            of faceless behemoths    the size of clinical metaphors    oaring my boat to
a coffin-shaped chair    facing a computer
who tells me to go fuck myself     for 5 days from 9 to 5    but outside
I swear
I have  deep  entomological urges     I topple over
    trying to lick my legs    I groom my arms    I want to eat and fuck as much as I can
(though this one might be human)
but I might as well be  caught up in
amber  the yellow spirit isolating me from feeling the touch of something warm
my friends tell me I have changed   they mostly leave me on read
though I won’t blame them   I have come to dream
fondly of rain    I long for the    silent filmlike downpour
the water nymphs singing   the oldest song of life
clouds braiding loneliness
                                 to give birth again
but I often forget I’ll be forgotten to time and space if I stand in the rain for too long
I wish I was home
in my body    rivers run still
when others search for food and go scurrying
for cover    I stand icelike amidst the unoccupied road
waiting for a car to come hit me 










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Ammara Younas is a poet and writer from Gujranwala, Pakistan. She aims to understand a little bit more about the world through a lens of fantasy and mythology. She loves to read speculative fiction. Her work has appeared in Lakeer. You can follow her on IG for updates and more poetry @_ammarayounas



HEADER PHOTO: Plan 9 from Outer Space © 1957
poetry, aug 24, anniversary issue









I lament
the false loftiness  of this vertical   body nosing
    through the    high clouds    when everyone else around me
bows in reverence
    to the richness of the loam
I wish I was home
    in my body    there’s a sea
            of faceless behemoths    the size of clinical metaphors    oaring my boat to
a coffin-shaped chair    facing a computer
who tells me to go fuck myself     for 5 days from 9 to 5    but outside
I swear
I have  deep  entomological urges     I topple over
    trying to lick my legs    I groom my arms    I want to eat and fuck as much as I can
(though this one might be human)
but I might as well be  caught up in
amber  the yellow spirit isolating me from feeling the touch of something warm
my friends tell me I have changed   they mostly leave me on read
though I won’t blame them   I have come to dream
fondly of rain    I long for the    silent filmlike downpour
the water nymphs singing   the oldest song of life
clouds braiding loneliness
                                 to give birth again
but I often forget I’ll be forgotten to time and space if I stand in the rain for too long
I wish I was home
in my body    rivers run still
when others search for food and go scurrying
for cover    I stand icelike amidst the unoccupied road
waiting for a car to come hit me 






AUTHOR BIO
AUTHOR BIO
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Ammara Younas is a poet and writer from Gujranwala, Pakistan. She aims to understand a little bit more about the world through a lens of fantasy and mythology. She loves to read speculative fiction. Her work has appeared in Lakeer. You can follow her on IG for updates and more poetry @_ammarayounas
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