Trilobite is an arthropodologist's delight:
many bizarre creatures; no two alike.

“Long Exposure: Aubade”

Aaron VanSteinberg

Only victims

of the night

let light re

fine regret

from la

mentation. A

gray dawn

boding, in

born to two,

a wry, reedy

contusion. I

find waves

awake our

he arts

in this way.

You can call

it longing,

if you like:

Castor di

agno sing

Pollux. Far

from Gem

in i

incest, sick

ness shrouds


young modus:

the mirrors.

Just like

the dawn, my

heart is

silently bra

king. Just

another word

we taught

someone to

say—and just

that once,

when the

sun came up.