from soft shroud 3

concurrent nights

sixteen swollen lips

 lion’s head against

    a lion’s head silhouette

made in mimeotime the print of

six forms producing

the eye of their

    four prints, six

shadows of

an opened code in

a head that lifts out

cave mouth to

thrum

torn to blond splinters         bulwarks sunk           matchstick babies blond scattered over the oily marsh

someone’s coming for our furniture           with its swollen feet and bursting seats face-up imploring         sky    sky      honey the roof’s gone            honey the walls oh soak your ankles in the soup                          look out                                  perimetres                                                                 fully ponding

                                                                                                look,

survive

nestmates      out

slap the sluggy python off your neck & be still.

mentalize this: water life

you could deepthroat a cuttlefish

in pharyngeal triumph

shack up with a caddisfly & weave

way up