Um, the ‘worst of everything’
Doesn’t include asnckedysnungaloneg,
Or, Nature, more sub-nature, which,
Feels better; world does not.

I’ve been reading about
Stem cell tests. And, I remember
When I grew a tub of seeds,
For a Science Project, long-ago.
The tense germination-waiting,
The delight, with a push of green,
Stemmed, did each denote itself?
Mostly sloppy. But, before that,
I brought baby birds home, I studied
Them, and they died. A killer lies
Within my eyes.

Maybe, ‘the worst of thinking’
Doesn’t include pettilybrckstabngrevrsr,
Or, sub-nature, more substantially felt.
I feel better, and I don’t.

I’ve been feeling myself,
And feeling pretty crabby, half-
Assed, era-old. Pretty normal,
Around here. Don’t you think? To my mind,
The past can stay past, filamentially-driven, I
Direct my mind, baby bird riven. They
Belonged in the lime piles,
Behind a gas/chemical station,
Long ago. I stood on a sandbar
And snagged sunfish.

Um, the worst I’ve done is
Think, including x, y & g.
Pre-lettered, sound matters,
I’m no better than a gnat.

Noisesome.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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