HYDRA
6.11.20
moral probity tastes a little like breaking biofilms
the kind where
heart-racing silences turn into
work days and loose leaf herbals
so what if you’re short of breath
you took my breath away
the night i heard your voice echo in the
labyrinth of Navidson’s pages
let me be Janus to your Persephone
even if we don’t know what that means yet.