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by Adefisayo Adeyeye
there are tiny ants all over their shoes
they are stepping on all of the ants
they are waiting for something to step on them
the earth is saying ‘there are dead bodies in me’
there are microbes moving through my veins
my umbilical cord is wrapped around
my tender neck
and also ants
whose little bodies break if you breathe too hard
who have seen all the dead bodies rotting in my blood
who are the strongest things in me
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i was okay when i was a fetus maybe
i had tiny crumpled feet and wet mouths
blue submarine sinkholes that said ‘help’ without any oxygen
this was the greatest thing
in the soup all my oceans poured out my mouths
i breathed them back in and became the moon again
became the tiny frenzies of miniature scientists
consulting topographic charts to
study consciousness
how it can be used to make several bodies of things
whole again
i am often dreaming bleached
and boneless bodies of whales
the ones rotting on all of the beaches
the ones rotting midst
the ribbed out carcasses of sailboats
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whale bodies graffitied
with hieroglyphics
whale bodies graffitied
with anchor burns
and kindness
a whale dissection
but also foreclosure auction
a summer house inside the decaying corpse
of a blue whale
a group of bookshelves carved
into the baleen
a sitting room arranged
inside the mouth
a pair of bedrooms within the arteries
of the heart
a kitchen
in the stomach
for irony
BIO
Adefisayo Adeyeye lives and works in Southern California. He enjoys the connections between the cosmically large and the infinitely small. He has had works published by Petrichor Machine, Ohio Edit, and Near Rhyme, and he is the editor-in-chief of a literary magazine named Ant vs. Whale.
