Beemouse Laboratories

In keeping with my tradition of posting strange things during finals week

(because I never post strange things otherwise)

here is a poem I wrote last week. It is called “Cork”.

WTF: I dreamed about cork last night.
I saw how it forms naturally,
and what it looks like before it is carved.
It falls from pine trees
in the shape of ginger roots.
Clearly this reflects the reality of cork.