Tuesday, December 06, 2011
Starfishing
Category: Poetry/LyricsI heard that starfish
turn their stomachs inside-out to eat -
pop their digestive systems out of their mouths,
easy as a slow tongue,
absorb what’s worth eating, worth keeping.
Weird.
And yet,
through our scribbles, sketches, songs, the shake and shimmy
of our external parts
we’re exposing our innards - laying our guts
on the metaphorical table
in hopes of reeling in the good stuff -
the ancient, good-as-new light of stars
or the whisper of welcome snow
or every species and strain of love.
We eat the world’s ecstatic chaos, and it’s
damn tasty.
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