keyed up

They say to write what you know,
but I wonder if it still applies
when all you know is how to catch insects
and boil them in stew.

First the spiders, boiling
until their bodies soften to goo,
and the grubs for extra body
with crushed beetles on top

Oh, to enjoy it by candlelight
in the middle of a summer's day
when the sun is bullying
the moon into submission

We too, wither and shrivel
and crack and peel apart
until we can see the inside
of each other's frail souls.

It's an unpleasant sight at best,
a tremendous relief at worst
to know we aren't the only ones
struggling to make any sense.

But never mind the stress
and the discomfort too,
just shut up and enjoy
this mixed-insect stew.