The only telepathy we knew of was sex.
You had my face. & my heart.
& subsuming our base product. Cut the fruit
but bring only one knife, this time
Derivations or constraints, witness?
( you said you’d be a marlin )
( they said I was a m i r a g e )
For example, in Icelandic, [kh] is
the first sound of kátur meaning ‘cheerful’
while [k] is the first sound of gátur meaning ‘riddles’
Pressure or pleasure, mate?
start into me like plastic cutlery
Agon
Agon
Anon anon anon
(But I’m out of the bathtub now!)
are you sick?
no! I’m just getting better!
I lap it like watershed literacy ravishing the magic of knowing, now
being, participating, seen, participated in — yet I cannot read
myself, mirror hung face to wall
(the birds who don’t stop chirping)
I tried but instead it surprised me & I drowned
Hailing from the Pacific Northwest Kristin K. Withers now hazards the heart of Dallas. Her first collection of autoscopic language poetry explores the tortuous tethers of identity, self-conception, desire, & the emotive capacity in reflection thereof. A graduate of TCU with her BA in Philosophy, she is currently domesticating herself & enjoys wizarding chili crisp for friends & chosen family.
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