We’ve Been Discussing What It Would Mean to Have a Child in These of All Times

Robin Myers

Inside the third zucchini
is a reddish worm, ribbed,
ready as a joystick, flailing
as if rattled from a long sleep.

Behemoth, mortal, I put down
the paring knife for a better look.
Does it take the open air for a roaring
wind, what will it eat here, what

will it do now.

Robin Myers is a Mexico City–based poet and translator whose work has appeared in the Alaska Quarterly, Poetry Northwest, 32 Poems, and the Massachusetts Review, among other publications. She writes a monthly column on translation for Palette Poetry.
Originally published:
September 20, 2021

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