insectual revolution in alphabetical order
Micah Buchman
apartments in new york city r never empty six legged corpses burst from veiny walls and we
bury them under tissue gravestones. like goodbye engraved into
clustered cluster figs – a wasp’s
dirty graveyard but WASPs sting don’t trust them but don’t
ever DEET them bc they say you run the markets but they have the deets building
factories where perspiring immigrants cryogenic cockroaches into
giant lollipops mothers feed their children writhing beetles that make
homes in the esophagus where do they go?? WHY r there so many legs
inching thru my stomach lining WHY don’t bugs understand they r
just doomed to b in some human or fig or apartment’s throat
killing each other as if they r
looking at their buggy neighbors as some segmented
mirrors & saying EW. lemme get rid of that part of myself real quick tossed into the
nether like every
other disgusting thing. better than into the bedroom i guess, the landlord’s sick of complaints
pigs only like slop they can roll around in, after all not smth nutritious, not nest of
quail or clover just mud pie like grandma bakes slathered in grubhub grub blood. the
recipe was stolen from the internet & devoured by
stinking silverfish haunting rotted crevices in the attic
terrifying beetles in the walls with oooOoo u r nothing u r the scum of this rotten earth
until mayb they will finally have a heart attack! praise the silverfish, i suppose
valentining with their neighbors not shitting on their food until they
waste away i think they r just phonies
xenial sneezing like the humans they pretend 2 b symbiotic w at least they pay rent on time
you can’t expect that from the WASPs. they smell of jonah and their wings r so small. ama
zing they haven’t been devoured yet i think they r some fountain of youth. let’s find out
Micah Robert Marks Buchman (PZ '26) is a gemini venus and winner of the sarah s. weisberg poetry prize. he misses the sand crabs on atlantic beach.
Micah Buchman
apartments in new york city r never empty six legged corpses burst from veiny walls and we
bury them under tissue gravestones. like goodbye engraved into
clustered cluster figs – a wasp’s
dirty graveyard but WASPs sting don’t trust them but don’t
ever DEET them bc they say you run the markets but they have the deets building
factories where perspiring immigrants cryogenic cockroaches into
giant lollipops mothers feed their children writhing beetles that make
homes in the esophagus where do they go?? WHY r there so many legs
inching thru my stomach lining WHY don’t bugs understand they r
just doomed to b in some human or fig or apartment’s throat
killing each other as if they r
looking at their buggy neighbors as some segmented
mirrors & saying EW. lemme get rid of that part of myself real quick tossed into the
nether like every
other disgusting thing. better than into the bedroom i guess, the landlord’s sick of complaints
pigs only like slop they can roll around in, after all not smth nutritious, not nest of
quail or clover just mud pie like grandma bakes slathered in grubhub grub blood. the
recipe was stolen from the internet & devoured by
stinking silverfish haunting rotted crevices in the attic
terrifying beetles in the walls with oooOoo u r nothing u r the scum of this rotten earth
until mayb they will finally have a heart attack! praise the silverfish, i suppose
valentining with their neighbors not shitting on their food until they
waste away i think they r just phonies
xenial sneezing like the humans they pretend 2 b symbiotic w at least they pay rent on time
you can’t expect that from the WASPs. they smell of jonah and their wings r so small. ama
zing they haven’t been devoured yet i think they r some fountain of youth. let’s find out
Micah Robert Marks Buchman (PZ '26) is a gemini venus and winner of the sarah s. weisberg poetry prize. he misses the sand crabs on atlantic beach.