05 August 2006
on bug patrol
I find bugs in the flowers,
take it for a sign:
creepy-crawlies
crawling ugly, deep,
spewing come-on
tracks of waste
inside me,
certainly.
That's how this mind works.
No metaphors,
these bugs,
sucking my life
sure as invisible
worm ever
sapped flower.
–El Cerrito, 23 June 2006
