In the channel of hunger the scarabs perform (line from a writing
prompt)Meeting you I walked into your tomb
My dazzled eyes adjusted to the dim
You said the future’s covered, please don’t mind the mess
I saw some kind of boat, a rodent nest
Meeting you, your body shone like gold
You’d made a homemade Bowflex out of reeds
But you’re so bored the scarabs must perform
And you think that I was born to keep you warm
Meeting you, I paused upon the stair
You told me you look better lit by torch
But there’s no meaning in beard you sometimes wear
You sit upon a chair and smooth your hair
Meeting you I thought you had a chance
But the girls in linen dance ‘til they collapse
And you wave away the piping of the band
You reach through sand and try to take my hand
Meeting you, I thought that I might drown
Your channel of hunger was so deep
But you like it when your heart is in a jar
You like to see a star caught in your tar
Meeting you, I decided that I won’t
Cipher what you mean by open palm
Talk to you of kohl religion, almond politics
Administer a hieroglyphic fix
Meeting you I knew it was too late
The gold was gone, a robbery remained
Leaving you I threw a backward glance
As if by chance, I saw the scarabs dance
-Sarah Torribio-Bond