detonation of light
fractals showing femininity-
patterns in diaphanous gowns of
secretive worship on
knees of glass
or sands
overlooking mass,
the tumor within haunting me.
i am the one who seeks
anaclitic ownership, who is
voted for in a binary?
fingers drip water into fountains
coins lying at the bottom gleaming
used for bus stops out of hurt brains
swollen, & deliverance
from the self-
do not deliver me from evil.
repression of the virgin,
fill me with soil
and palms read in turmoil.
let’s break the circle of craft,
circuitous wordsmiths speaking
dead languages,
whispers in voyeuristic grandeur.
i wake up when we are together
but now i want to
go to sleep,
you cannot adapt to what is
in constant motion.
zero sum game,
permutations used up in
forgotten nations of hope,
of genetic biopsy in search of
scope of gender.
this journey is mine
in phantom lanes of highways
no one-ways,
lashes wet &
future clear.