of course we answer when the moon calls

but we also sing to the sun

stretch out our lizard forms with desire

for nothing more than hot rock

plunge our hangovers into the

pre-summer waters of the south coast

we say it’s a purification but we are already perfect

not one thought in our heads

just soft tissue and wordless yearning

baby I’m feeling pre-cambrian tonight

nostalgic for the ocean floor and

endless evolutionary possibilities

not one email to be sent

our algae gleaming in the light

of the new sun, which is already quite old

plenty of kingdoms still to be considered

and politely declined

no thank you, but we wish you the best

with your kings and your wars

we will be here sunning ourselves

enjoying the mere experience of

multicellular being

we will be here