NESTING

NESTING
6/5/99

And if my soul falls into disfashion
Well then I will wear it there
Because you will never find me naked
I find this dirt my only skin
And when I lose that garment
No flesh defends
And guts see the light of day
Like shoveled anthills
As workers scurry larvae
To some deep within the nest
That promises sugar and shield
And a queen to make it worth it
To die for
Like the moments I avoid
Handshakes emptied
Eye contact disconnected
As they all imply the sun
Magnifier on the anthill
You bring your light to see and burn me
And I won’t answer your call
I will carry eggs to darkness
To save my nest
From the light of day