“We’ve Been Discussing What It
Would Mean to Have a Child in
These of All Times“
Inside the third zucchini
is a reddish worm, ribbed,
ready as a joystick, flailing
as if rattled from a long sleep.
Behemoth, mortal, I put down
the paring knife for a better look.
Does it take the open air for a roaring
wind, what will it eat here, what
will it do now.
By Robin Myers
live in the layers 