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Hey all. Getting ready to submit a few poems and was wondering how you all feel about these. Nothing in particular, just a lil back and forth amongst fellow writers.
My Mantis and Me
Before sleep, I leash a mantis to my big toe,
like a price sticker on a cadaver in a morgue.
He guillotines those nasty bed bugs.
But I have to be vigilant, too.
I’ve already caught a few girls
sneaking into bed with him.
For now we watch each other’s backs
like grown men in a public shower. Worm
Your brain is earth. Absences
of tissue in each flat
MRI scan are thoughts’ worm.
The doctor hangs them before you
like pictures of a fossil
brought to light. He traces the cigarette
burn in the white mass, explaining
something about concentric death
the way mother used to explain
about father and his drinking:
a human singularity that distances itself
by its own weight.
Love, mother knows, drowns.
The doctor’s diagnosis drags
your tongue back into your cerebellum:
then what survives?
A blind worm with five hearts
rises out of mud, its mucus trailing
out of one blackness and down
the throat of another. Tequila Lollipop
The candy imitates tequila’s transparency,
petrifying the worm as it circled the center stick,
like a Maypole with a single streamer unraveling
to a playground’s wood-chip pyre. Sound can also
be solid, holes in galvanized chains
my pinky can no longer pierce. Cold Steel
monkey bars, prison windows, reflecting
the day’s last dip into the eye. The worm
is a pink larva of a butterfly
that never knew what it was to become.
Lilnoobs on February 2010