I begin my days
With malarial intentions
And turn mosquito
As the solar flares take their autumnal
And pretty pretty skinny dip
Just a drop of blood is all I really fucking want
Your judge warned you not to judge me
Or my client
Lest the juries eat the Heironymus hides
We hide inside
This suit of skin is my only advocate
And these cherry gates
The only kind passages
Perhaps my heart and tongue are at odds and
Perhaps I would instead thrive
Hunting apple cheekedness
With poority and quietude
Horseback and brimming with laughter
Oh to be good and honest
Just for one full day
Swelling within the bowels of
Seething human ire
The adversary is illusional
Each particle that tinies or biggens me
Mere vibration
I have culled this nightmare from
My quiver of thirsty orbitals
Ava Joe keeps her secrets, but lets yours loose after one dram of whiskey. You can read other examples of her work here and here.
And you can read other poems in what has now officially become the "Occupations" series here and here.
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