I collect so many organic treasures,
bones, feathers, nests,
dried up insects, seed pods, sea shells,
part of my studio is filledto the brim
like a cabinet of curiosities.
My guys say that one day,
I will forget something somewhere for a while
and it will turn into a mutant,
waking up at night like a living-dead
to attack me ...
You think the Peruvian blue potatoes
left in their dark box
a little longer
could have gone
for my throat ?