from there we set sail

To survey and plot
gender with a scope
tripod and chalk make
metaphors of valleys
and hills “hot mounds”
“steaming crevices.”
Circumnavigate anchor
fight off all marauding
intruders. I seem to

Recall that Drake left
behind his brother
in the bush with the
friar; well you know
what happened I
don’t have to shake
it out of you. Old lady

Repairs a wound with
needle and thread borders
grow together uneven and
puckered. From there
we set sail. From there we
hike out and “just can’t under-
stand their objectification” but
grow to love the scars; worship

The virgin deer and dynamo
suited and hair-shirted
among ourselves we pray
God to send a messenger
with stories to remember
how to touch our bodies
and can we sit with that
for a spell typing letters

He wrote and encrypted
upon himself his own
propensity for sub-
lineation. That fingering
just beyond keyboard
can inflame a nervous
tic the ditch we hid in
high on sacred thistles

Imagine this ad burned
on an earlobe a tattooed
lip hair woven into facts
and cleverly tied knots of
skins and dried intestines
not unlike these plastic
cockrings and antidotes
scrubbed 99 cent nations.

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