When I turn brundlefly I’m afraid my brothers
will blow off my head
perhaps they need
insect politics
not knowing adam
from marmalade
Perhaps somewhere in a cave
in an unmarked grave
precious my precious
Mother’s last word
my real name
slept in
no filter
break
the internet don’t come for me brothers
unless I hit send
Make it rain
shameless
are insects
ever gone
with the wind
Are insects ever
between brothers
breaking bread
go batshit
meth do they ever get rich
or die
trying in insect coups seek
asylum
pixie stix
carcass no you can’t sit
with us you’re missing a leg
antennae
most of your head
your right hand
am I the first
last words
mother left
if I turn brundlefly
what of this never
name
corrosive enzyme
caught beneath a silver cup
mix it in
with your honey and milk
brothers I’ll suckle
you dry
while mother’s fasting
and I promise
nothing will you
stay then
when I turn brundlefly
when illness
is a form of possession
and all children
the original debt
a death to be
larger than desire
