Silkworms

[Richard]

Hey elleblack,
I liked this piece. It has a wonderful sound and flow to it. My only issues would come from trying to interpret it. I'll go into more detail below:

silkworms

ask me more than once
why vomit coats my tongue
when the heat makes veins
crawl like slow slugs
and I will tell you -I liked this stanza. It sounds great, but also creates some wonderful images in my mind as I read it. The image in the second line has no right sounding poetic, yet it works, so that is just wonderful language use.
 
that on thursday
my face extended
to touch every flat wall  -I don't quite get what is going on in this stanza. Why is Thursday so important that it's worth mentioning? I might be missing something. It wouldn't be the first time.
 
that expulsion on the sink edge is alien -I love this line. You get a lot of mileage out of vomit in this poem, and for some reason that makes me happy.
and this cloud of hung and heavy silk
once moved yellow and alive
in the entrails of silkworms -This image is just disgusting. I love it! It was in this stanza that I started to think this poem was about someone being pregnant.
 
that the underbelly of my rimmed ear
reminds me of formation
tendrilled cartilage and baby tendons
in the shock dark -This stanza confirmed my idea about this being about pregnancy. I get the impression that the speaker isn't super thrilled about being pregnant. Was that your intention?
 
that a creature like a bat encased me -This line made me feel bad for the impending baby.
somewhere between january and march -This gave me the impression that the speaker doesn't even know who the father is. Am I right?
when its skin fused elastic
the folded sharpness of the ridge formed
 
that the baby is two halves -I don't get this line. Is it trying to tell us that she's having twins?
and in the river
water glides green over itself -The second and third line here seem a bit unclear to me. Is this referring to the womb?
its squirming molecules the kissbreeze
that caressed me soft on kelvingrove street -These last two lines are a strong ending. I particularly love "squirming molecules" as a way to describe the unborn child. It's wonderful wording.

Overall, this is a strong poem. I think it just needs some minor tweaks.

Nice work,
Richard