Friendliness

by Lorna Crozier

Kiss the fly
who keeps visiting
your lips, talk to
the worm in your belly.

When your lovers are gone
hum a little tune
to the multitude of mites

who live in your lashes.
They’re born and they die there,
you’re their only friend

and you’ve never even
said hello.

— from Juniper Volume 1, Issue 1