Like bright lines slicing the pupils of kittens. Sephora coupons traipsing through my mailbox Her own body, a sisterly autocannibalism.įrom my own planet onto Nessie’s bloody scales –Ĭonfirm IQ, GRE scores, cortical surface area I’m as greedy for sweet gravity as she was Sagittarius fills his quiver with serpentine tailsįrom the top percentiles, hoping he could No sparkling answers tightening the stellar leather No tangles or tongues assigning the samples No breaching Lochness swallowing the weatherĪnd spitting out numbers that tell us how the rain There is nothing normal about this process – Posted on DecemDecemCategories Poetry Tags Body Image, Mental Health, Mind, Nature, Poetry Leave a comment on Body Scan Fauna There’s a tilt in the axis, claims the podiatrist That occupy these skies – instead of your numbers? The dying tongues and bushels of memories Water levels measured by clouds in a cup. Of scarlet jaguars languishing near your naval.Īrctic caps, scooped open with nameless gloves. You forget to mention the screaming ghosts The abdomen is overflowing with red vines and abundance. The orthopedist churns your jungles of jelly Reminds you to float in butter as one does Speak about your health in shades of pinkĪnd recalibrate your oral Richter with light. Later, the orthodontist pries into the tectonics of your jaw.
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