HYDRA

6.28.20
he sinks his teeth in you
much the way he caged his claws around you
fingernails becoming bars you peak reality through

he’s all shark smiles and halitosis
slowly chipping at your Independence
until there’s nothing of you
but him

if i could hand you a mirror

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.

HYDRA

5.30.20
self discovery isn’t always
about the most convenient ways
so far i have burned, learned, and yearned
the unexpected, the unusual, the unknown

when i said i had a thing for chefs
i never knew i meant
alphabetize your spice cabinet
pour lemon drops on my lips
watch them
burn between your teeth
are leaving marks on my skin

lovers i carry summer storms in my heart
i know the type of water that is
utterly, completely, an satisfyingly
perfect about the way i live
this completely unpredictable life
the way my nails are accented with dirt and action

nothing about me is clean
everything in me is pure