you mud our culture with tears
my grin like an alphabet of cancer
my belly button
a gouged shadow of mtv
my hands need to be filled
with more than other hands

you tip the stern with hips
make noises like a cut-out muscle
twitching in the bathtub
your roots are nowhere friendly
you drag one sticky leg
down the plaster
instead of going to mapquest

you cross the petal spine
i lay pollen in
your tummy holds
my tongue as a
falling brick whispers
love it bleaches
your pretty head



About the author:
My writing has appeared or is forthcoming in: 5_trope, andwerve, Pindeldyboz, La Petite Zine, MiPoesias, zafusy, horse less review, elimae, alice blue, and Snow Monkey. I've also been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize.

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