home of decomposing things,
as it fell beneath a pink and metal sea

	June Bug Morphology

oh I lived the life of woe
to have lost my
lady June bug
when we had just discovered love
but no! it was only another season
after all,
the one in which
I laid down to die
and was poked by a creature
and his stick, two legs
who watched me cry
my final seconds
	away into oblivion

	The Crustacean Says

better to have died in a desert
	than this porcelain place
and so I begged you to throw us on dry
	land, for that agony I could have bared

but you were killing me kindly
	with whimsical words
accepting my claim, to be the source of
your feast:
larval tongues licking letters on pages
	of print, the bound verse of a
	   madman or genius

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