Buried deep in the womb of this
soil rolling around a dead
woodworm
I’m nested
eyes heavy with sleep 

Yesterday
I brimmed with
the froth of youth
it burst from my breast
spewed stars
leaking galaxies 

And I would wrap
eager fools into my folds 

I rushed through them
with a windburn meant to sting 

It didn’t take a master of the universe
to spear a boy
it simply took a fire
that longed
to be stoked
over
and over