every night I enshrine myself in the tomb of my dreams
tangelo almond cream pie delivered by water
wave
water gut
feeling myself
saying me without citation
I was just that me based off of the edge of my roiling
fog, dense, sticky bone all marrow out, see also sharp sharp edge
I prick my finger. lick the wound. injured animal. I empty my tar of despair. I fill it with light. somewhere, my belly fights rabid to break the surface tension, mirror mirror, he told me to take a look and the diver dove deep—
my enemy, watch, this blood sharp and sweet. this blood holy.
green water, cabbage blackberries, those gelatinous volcano fish. to stay to stay to stay and, remain
grief that we should be this. i don't hate you, broken gift. the membrane of an emotion—
fear thick, smeared, insecurity a thick drop of chicken fat, spotted cloudy
abandonment the deepest cavern where no other creature resides and, disgust,
a steel braid that must be burned bright and early, snapping, unraveling flame, purified but still clinging on, what’s left, alloyed metal of a sharp and fatal spike
and dread
something incomprehensible altogether
cherry melon, milky, that trans dimensional mode of communication
white strawberry / red seeds; white rabbit / red eyes— open beating heart / skin ripped inside out pumping
spiced cream tomato blanketed white fish, my bitterness
disappears like a whip
the wave rolling in
face washed in silken blue
moon antenna