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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