Gomez 1

Sp eak

we long


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——



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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