Hornworm

Blinded Sphinx Moth Caterpillar, Paonia excaecata One day I will fly by night,hornworm turnedhummingbird.Believe it. ButI was never blind—you got that wrong.No one put out my eyes.I’ve twelve of them. AllI need to see is light and howit changes. Horned thoughI am, I’m...

The More-Than-Human World

Midsummerhigh on the Tree: your mother, freshlyfucked, strokes a young green acorn with her dowsing-rod antennae, seeming absent-minded, divines the precise spot, sawsa pinhead circle through the pericarp with the blades on the tip of her ex-quisitely curved rostrum...