A Celebration of Human Diversity in Storytelling and Poetry since 2015
Centipede
If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago. If insects were to vanish, the environment would collapse into chaos.
—E. O. Wilson
Or burn the skin of our compassion,
they get hugs, handshakes, drugs, blow jobs,
the pantomime road to 100 euros for a double male twice penetration
The butterfly’s tongue—
sharp and golden—
roots for the sweetest flower;
knows her name by taste.
Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine
that collapses and leaves me wanting.
I cast shadows in my bloodline.