Slithery Slink

it always wants to play






















but
no one can stay
F o r e v e r
humans will tire
move on
and the thing turns cold

wherever it is present
people toy with it
as an
e n d l e s s
game
watching it flip flop down a

s t a i r w e l l
like a fish caught on a boat
all the while making the chime


































of chains










































humans touch it
smelling dirt from age
reminding them
earth is beckoning
first evident to them







when they were children






and fell playing tag in the park








and the ground seemed









to want them it itself

people play
around the light or dark tunnel
stop
and are gone

i found a whole box of the silver maggots under my stairs
motionless
ready to be played with
they always want to play