out
the carnivores of my mother's womb sharpened their wisdom long before i was born i need to smell their bright tracks back and call myself out of my mother's womb
* * *
the pear fell away
from its motherly branches
wild seed of a fruitful era
to come
obsession toolbox
i quit my nostrils
delegate
my underwear to the chimney-sweeper
shed my eyelashes
click the belly button
to undress yet another underwater
costume unfit
exhale
self-sacrifice is an outdated myth
too long too used
to hang on the dots
of someone else's
unfinished sentence
* * *
swift lizards running amok
through the folds of the night foam
through the horizontal frame of a
borrowed sea gaze
remind me:
i have the map
i need to follow the aftertaste
of short explosions in the eyelids
of long-departed ships
body wit
a blindfolded captain
blames the unreliable ship
that could bear just the treasures
that are kept from its sight
this dream keeps repeating
and when the trousers of day
unzip their messy cocktails
i remember - my body’s the vessel
i’m trying to blame
