The world is a hostile thing

but what would you be like

if billions of parasites lived

and bred on you—

in you.

We had a dog

died that way, the worms inside

and on top of her skin, I saw

the birth of a billion flies, white

and eyeless.

We are born faster than we die.

Gaia—

why are you listless?

Where is your revenge?

God—

wake Noah

we need a flood of

bleach, whatever hurts

I’m sorry I am sorry

I am so sorry I am

so

so sorry