Listen Up Medusa
Seduced by your statuesque
hourglassivity the oracles
are all correct we’d fail
even as tresses to exist
and this icy innuendo
where blades come whetted
daily for our splattered
scales scalding light
welling in the cold
as the next of those perky
paladins approaches
mirror-toting
as we’ve been told
he may Watch as we act
on our own for once
It’ll really fuck everyone if?
when? reclaiming our limbs
serpentine prelapsarian
we just get up and storm
right out of myth
Personal Narrative
I’ll probably die having worried too much about morals
The ocean harms the moon and the moon
harms us it’s a simple narrative
Except for the way forgiveness evaporates
once so fleshy and red and eager to please
it evaporates into molecules into families
Then again I rarely agonize over the ocean
possibly dying while it brushes my toes in search of afterlife
as if I were its god
