100 Word Poem: Hast Thou Considered the Arthropod
It's time I told truth, love: I'm actually a bunch of scorpions in a man-suit. I got it from my father who got it from god, who told him the desert was just another moon. He opened a snack bar in his invisible motel, sold trapped rainwater that fell so long ago it could only speak in dichotomies: things gone and things still here / earth and air / light and no light. While you were still young I could already navigate by my own drunk light, slurred through a tangle of poison tales. All these weird limbs to hold us together.