If the Moon Were Hollow, I’d Make a Mouth of You

◦ orifice ◦ dis-ease ◦ water ◦ cleansing ◦

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

In Gaga, we dance as faucets inside us open. Water pours down our entrails. If I am a devil, you are a loon. We drip between our pieces. Droop. Drool. Swish. Slither.

Later we shake it off, chilled in our imaginary shower, throwing specs of energetic water across time and space.



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amy bobeda

amy bobeda


poet. artist. theatre maker. JKS Naropa University MFA candidate. http://blondewanderlust.com. Founder of @WisdomBodyCollective, come join us.