Burrowing Habit

My neighbor says he hopes to kill
the woodchucks, thinking they are moles.

How old do you have to be
to want to kill something

so harmless. I tell him
they are good 

for the soil—keep 
it breathing.

My neighbor wants to kill his moles,
and I do not mean the moles burrowed
so gently into his own skin

unless his skin is the earth

which it is.

How much do you have to want it.

I see him later with a sackful,
overtly joyful, going back inside.

I wake some months later,
another panic, longer than most,
and when I tell you

it is like coming up for air

I don’t mean “what a relief”
“breath of all being”
“final clarity” as if 
as if I mean I feel
I feel my pharynx
uncouple the dead soil
we are drowning in 

our own doing

our own undoing.

Jacob J. Billingsley

Jacob J. Billingsley is a queer poet in St. Louis. Work has appeared recently in ANMLY's feature, “Writing Ourselves/Mad.” Jacob has a bachelor's degree in English with an emphasis in Creative Writing from the University of Missouri, and serves on the poetry committee for Carve Magazine.

Twitter: @jajobi

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