WHAT DO ANIMALS REALLY THINK OF ME

By Amanda Huckins.

oh my god: we’re an extension
of history, aren’t we?
i’m willing to pick specks up
and eat them for identification.
why was the sugar granule
a little bit spicy? instead of
being hit by a speeding beetle,
i gasped and thanked that ceiling
of charms for following me around.
dooongdooongdooongdooog goes
a noisemaker to cleanse the
ear palette. people everywhere
started hitting things together,
now we are here, where publications
obsess over famous women’s fertility.

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