The slugs were hiding underneath damp
leaves, old logs, and moss like hair.
I ate a few today at camp
to conceal my crush in truth or dare.
They squirmed and wormed and slid right down
my throat like gooey mucus pills.
She saw me then. I saw her frown,
then she was ill.
I’ll stay in my bed today,
refusing work. No one can make me
get on my feet and grind away
in fresh new hells. No one can take me
from this sheet and perfect mattress
while it rains outside. I’ll pay in
regrets later. I won’t get dressed.
I’ll stay in.