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Rotten wood

I split you open

with the blunt of my heel

and watch your innards squirm

with worms and ants

and jumping spiders

A spaghetti of maggots

in which

I bury my face.



Ferns smell of mint and dust

must or forest lust

in the light of dawn

they unfurl to the sun

covered in strings

of clinging dew drops

and one by one

I lick them off



Alder leaves rattle

in the embrace of wind