Connections





Connections

These hands write and write
Wandering into the crevices between my floor boards
I thought I heard a bed bug
It's causing this insane itch
There’s a connection, I know it
Maybe it was that night with the Russian
The silly thing must want me to
teach it English.
Or it’s sent from a lover who’s
on the other side of the wind.
Maybe it bit Einstein cuz it
walks around whispering, “It’s all relative.”
As long as it doesn’t get under the wallpaper,
I’m sure I saw it wink when I swallowed that one man whole
I survived, and you must know,
Eating an entire man
Could kill you.

-Saschia Johnson