I slipped in, unwanted. Like silverfish,
fleas, a blocked pore. Like any small
annoyance that beggars
explanation. I wanted to be
Like algae. The velvety soup
an endless mouth over the clear
breast of water. Green pond's eye.
It neither toils nor spins.
I lived in Texas, catching rides
that took longer than I thought.
And death never caught me,
easy as I was to catch.
The nine ready virgins
have gone in with their bridegroom,
lamps lit, each one a life
I might have lived.
I am loose at the joints.
Walked every bare socket,
swung every dry bone.