as one voice in an ocean, she holds no power
you shape her, fold wave / within wave.
when contained by hydro-dams, or stifled in water butts
her energy is stagnated potential
sluiced through the gutter press & out
into a wild night her mouth is wicked
you source her surface for erotic inspiration
hold her accountable for awkward erections
pressure memories underground
until the earth frAct/ures
once she was a goddess
formless / in form, your ancestors worshipped her
& unfettered. a water witch precipitate
in these times she transcends boundaries
agency flows from confident hands did
you forget that a wave is only infinite?
the anonymous deity gnawing at toes
The new hand-stitched poetry pamphlet is coming together and should be ready soon. In the meantime here’s a new poem exclusive for Patreon supporters.