In the depths of the freezer case at Four Seasons
Asian Grocery, a tray of cooked, frozen grubs:
the cashier tells me they are really
the carcasses of silkworms, harvested
in the hundreds, maybe thousands,
after they die from their labors
spinning threads that women
in Chiang Mai or Dalat will unravel
as strands of silk… So many bodies
burrowed in hive-like baskets—
What would you do for the promise
of wings rising over a bamboo porch?
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.