#fungalpsalm

[fungalpsalm]

WE ARE JUST MEAT

01.10.26 — zine workshop

[grimalkintoes]

in celebration of my 29th year i gave myself an exorcism (wrote poetry for 30 minutes straight without stopping to edit)

[fungalpsalm]

LET ME OFF THE HOOK

01.10.26 — zine workshop

[fungalpsalm]

thawing

a person trying painfully

to remember something

trying, trying

reflecting, reflecting

[fungalpsalm]

EDITOR’S NOTE

intent is often artificial

poetry itself is a disservice

to poetry

[fungalpsalm]

FEED ME SCRAPS

you bit down hard,

breaking skin, bruising ego.

i cowered in the corner,

fur bristled, ears low, yowling

for a mother who won’t come.

but your hand, oh your hand

reaching to meet my soft belly—

i’ll let you lick the wound

if only to be close to you.

[fungalpsalm]

mouth stirred with a

whispering ferocity,

lips against teeth

swollen and chalky,

eyes fixed on the mirror.

[fungalpsalm]

MY MOTHER SAID STOP BROODING

ripping from the ground, crying

“free at last!” only to hit concrete

ceiling, not glass—solid. opaque.

“oh, the places you’ll go!” if only

the world cared for you, sweet

ground-dweller. the trees long

for your screaming song, pruned

short as manicured lawns.