Can you tell which of my eyes is glass
and which isn’t

They blinded the bats
to see if they’d find food

Cut their stomachs with scalpels,
found them
full of bugs

Do you think I feel out my food
with a click of my tongue?

I can swallow birds whole
their soft wings fold,
sliding down my throat

Swimming through the dark,
heat lightning claps

Don’t you think I know how to answer back?

Teeth chattering, humid thick
I know you feel it too

The pull
for one last taste
before petals turn rotten

Do you hear when I say
I have to find the pistil
before it produces fruit?

I think you do