Poem: Plastic Shred

 

Plastic Shred

 

crude gusset of bat

high on wind, dislocating

every bone it doesn’t have

to creep once more

in the company of dirt.

 

a paroxysm fawning,

fated to delve and sniff,

to bootlick with an amble

in a muddle of slithers.

 

alert then slothful,

part yoga then lounge chair,

chasing some ort

invisible to the scrawl

of its unhinged grasps.

 

limp moods sidle

as the choreography waffles.

breasts flail

and odd teeth gnash,

born of their own writhes.

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This was originally published in Bacopa Review in 2013.  I am republishing poems here, as well as posting new ones, to consolidate.