First Signs
of Hunger
Caldera
Poetry Collective
Try not
to imagine it a shark in the deep
of chlorine aftersmocks little nubbly toe-nips
a
flirtation a terror I slip
furrow my way
rather a
lake rather anything
to
put my suited body underneath cloven
I find
myself becoming the spoon
self-propelled machine
when I wanted a wave
I host a
mass for mouths cherish these unconscious
activities
vital dire
each
breath apart from huffing awaits my stroke
with
arm with out beating back meniscus lip
sudden as
the heart sudden as the body says no
longer
apniatic
: balletic
eyelet of
water let me be who you are let me douse
the
rubble in my olympic wetness
nothing
branches inward but red radial
pain lumps
under skin offer the same
my sweat
slicked off a shiver the shark too her teeth too
my neck stiffened with consequence
The Caldera Poetry Collective
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