Gomez 1
Type
Poetry

Sp eak

we long

creamy-prepared

my head rolls

 

my bun rolls

limp ticks

is apartment lyf

 

my city kind to strangers

headless lech

oracle bound a swift alkaline slice

 

left over——.

my body sits across from me

Nobody looked up the meteor rinsed

through us our hair sticky with star

 

dust, and:

sp eak

tense, i bathed as here spume

 

we spin. Well, the fields advance

upon us : : : much loam

 

sof ter

we surrender for——

 

get/

check neighbours for

butter well up

 

ly for com

 

mon desires

 

where is my genu//vs//here in your face

 

 

 

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Elena Gomez is a novelist, academic and co-editor of Text Journal.

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