in darkness you are neither plant nor animal
just blind rippling phalanges
and a dark dark mouth
which is endless and terrifying as the ocean itself
when your smallness disappears
i panic
and suddenly i am alone in a room
and benign people trickle in and start to make flowers
out of tissue paper and no one notices me at all
shape-shifter
milk egg symphony or shadowless time
the flaccid breasts of acquiescence
and yet
a miasmatic sweetness nestled in secret pores
in the thick air i wave my arms but cannot swim
and your body latches to the low mattress
like a diaphanous barnacle
and i sink without grace into the rapturous void
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glub glub
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This one is still excellent
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hwooom.
Hey, this is absolutely choice.
Best I've read all week. So good.
"a miasmatic sweetness nestled in secret pores"
and the two lines proceeding.
Spectacular.
The dumb suggestion bar asks "If you were to revise this poem, what would you change?"
Nothing. Duh.
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I will read again
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