Mined

by

Radiance Angelina Petro

I met a teacher once with silkworms in his soul.  I know

this because every time he spoke moths fluttered

out, and his breath smelled of mulberry leaves.

Everyone is animal-headed, and everyone can draw

down stars if they look at them long enough.

In heaven, Swedenborg said a married couple appears as one child

such was their innocence.  But I am not interested in that.

Let me walk fields of cinnabar, let me write my eight-legged

poems, and let us say no more about it.