Poetry and Art by J. Mazzaroth
A shrub to call my home
With scintillating hairy sepal.
I wander upon your green leaves,
Your flowers, the insects wheedle.
I tickle you with my caterpillar nubs,
Pawing for a place to sleep.
I find a comfy spot to hang,
And into bed I creep.
My sense of self dissolving,
This cocoon will be my skin’s diagram.
I am caressed by a warm nothingness,
Waiting to find out who I am.
I will be reading this poem live at Inkwood Books on April 14th between 7PM and 8:30PM during an open mic. Feel free to join me there.