Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Eschewing the tyranny
of the rains that drown them
in their usual quarters,
—every fallen avocado
leaf sodden, each
coconut husk rotten—
whole families of millipedes
have decamped to the house,
trundling through the coral,
down the damp drywall
and across the Dade County
pine that has also been
pocked to patchwork.
These dark columns
in their search for higher
ground, which drop into
milk-stained cereal bowls
from ceiling fans, writhe
against the moist caulking
in the shower stall and,
keyed with the message
to coil instantly, smaller
than dimes against threat,
tempt the tongues of my dogs
to lick them into position—
well, they do no harm
except with their posthumous
defense: a humid musk
released upon crush,
perpetual scent of the immigrant.
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