5/9 by Scott Ferry

i don’t drink i don’t do drugs i don’t

need them anymore to lift from

this de-feathered word corpse

into a conjoined

ringing

all i need is to listen to the silence

(and the wordless burrowing

under the lawn)

until it starts

speaking

i will bring it to you—an unclean

string of corpulent grubs

wriggling on white snow

they are fine

to eat

they have feasted on parenchyma

on regret they are well fed

don’t chew them they will

scream just swallow

pray

and swallow again

Scott Ferry helps out Veterans heal as a RN in the Seattle area. His most recent book is fishmirror from Alien Buddha Press. You can find more of his work @ ferrypoetry.com.