Now
that we
are swallowed in the cosmos
in the great and bilious sea
in the leviathan
in its gut, we now
feel the muscles of the cosmos,
the tides, the tongue that
forces us like saliva
down its throat, and we being
beings, being who we are
like grit in the eye of the galaxy,
an ache in the ocean, inedible,
now, we promise, deep
in the belly, a stew and a
broth always — now notify
that the world which seemed
to be made from the outside in
gestates from the inside out: always,
we, these beings stinging and
indigestible.
Edited by Laynie Browne