My So-Called Larval Life

 

The executive wanted her larvae so I purchased the artificial diet

There was a gourmet guy selling vac-paks – no molting in the mouth

I acquiesced to the cubicle I salivated for mulberry leaves

 

Lemon yellow & lungless I breathed through small holes

Chewed on Instagrammed instar memories

Oh  – happy moth memories

 

Today in captivity I stare at pixels

Come visit my thorax come sleep in a roomier skin

We’ve lost the ability to fly

A spinning black – a production cycle

 

 

autobio – day six

Gently falling skin economy

Expectation – snow

A meridian of angles to better

The quacking of a fragile biology

Feathered eggshell of a father

 

To pollute our failures we lubricated silence

Crashed the sneering anti-party

Hid carapace’s measure in a cube

A field guide to pieces

Medicine glass – a fire

 

prompt from Poets & Writers’ The Time is Now:

Make a list of ten words by flipping randomly through any book–a dictionary, a poetry collection, a novel, an encyclopedia–and choosing a word you see on the page. Incorporate these words into a poem made up of three stanzas composed of five lines each.

autobio for day five

to curate a chapel we put our hands together and blew

in warmer latitudes a glimpse of ocean mouth

the sea-green beyond finger steeple

 

a self of units

song a decorated structure

any starling

any rattle

 

we migrate from saltwater

any of creeping various

the body of the lower

amatory, saclike

family of egress