S o p h i a M a r i n a - J e r o m e —
WELL I SPRING
the terms of engagement are lassoes
everything framed swollen by meta
phor i deploy mine i laugh like
peals of it trust me
attuned to be textual
cajole the tapestry of
my spangle phonetic embodied script
scepter surge contra distinct
ungrit the jaw force mantra
from language’s folder
roll up my sleeves overt as day
MY INNER INNER, QUICK TO WRISE
don’t suckle
the origin.
be
a righteous girl.
serpent’s garden
laced up in vine—
you make me make
a choice. i make it.
MOOD PERPETUAL
curving around wtv to avoid the head-on
eyes dry or welling
embryo tulip discern erect
imperfect what inflames the chest
distinct as cursive derived from non
linear ribbon flash i my first thong!
avow quiver promise leaving the lips as it does dejected does
commiserate around a certain sentence or cigarette like
“who grabs the ass of who
tremendous to flow w the culture
TYPICAL OF ME TO TORRENTIAL
even as these hinges protrude, betray their work, grind
in a single obliging curve forever—preposterous
to wake up every day, all unanswered, accidental
when spared a reflex in despair the breast
perpetually in upheaval—
better to exalt than breathe—
the vantage point of each nipple
allowing thaw. only then can you out of body have
prolonged contact w of course forsaken
ether says my steadfast soul and shows it
over zealous for sure for sure
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