I awoke in the belly of a poem

no one is talking about, 
not since I stopped believing
in the power of words to 
give birth to my dreams. 

Like Jonah. Swallowed. Smelling
like krill slime sticking to the
walls of a soft, rubbery bladder,
all I can see is the darkness 

of my ignorance. I grope around
like a beetle turned on its shell. 

spinning around 
the stainless floorboard. 

Leave a Reply