J. Hope Stein, author of Occasionally, I remove your brain through your nose is the mastermind behind this poem.
This poem is titled Central Maze and it was published on January 8, 2018. You can find a lot of her poem in The New Yorker, and Poetry International.
I'm sure we can all agree that she is quite witty in her writing and very talented.
A poem by J, Hope Stein.
We are a sucking people . . . we look to
each other for nourishment . . . Afraid of what
will happen to us if we feed in public . . . we
hide in broom-closets and restrooms . . .
take cover here in the Central Maze of the
Forking Paths . . . to snack freely . . . lull with
moss and mushroom and the nine-banded
armadillo . . . with caterpillar and butterfly and
butterfly bush . . . amid the odor of wild
thyme which, to deter predators, has evolved
to become more pungent . . .
. . . among sow and puppy and piglet . . . among
whatever milk-producing mammal survived
the Era of Cancers and Guns and held on . . .
each of us is alive only by the teat of the other
. . .