For the sin of thirst, surround yourself with mirrors
& wait for baptism.
For the sin of sensitivity, plant yourself among lawn ornaments,
neon-bright & obvious.
For the sin of poverty, expose yourself
to the cauterizing desert of the sky.
Build a stockade between the storm door & the doghouse
to incarcerate the green thieves of light.
You have lived too many years as a parasite,
drunk the high-fructose corn syrup of paradise.
It’s time to tunnel into the brazen day
& shrug off your integument, oh locust.
Under what basket or milk crate have
you hidden your cry?
Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).