A human is a half-way house to a bird
Whiplike flagella that lash back and forth
Poking at echinodermata, appropriating invertebrate wraith
Is I what it means to be a self
A stomach the length of a performer’s discretion
Granularity of its stain – a tree ring
All night the hard fatty substance applied,
Slurps with an enlarged pink.
What are the attempted catechisms masochisms
The wind a push of carnivorous ghosts
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Melissa Eleftherion is a writer, a librarian, and a visual artist. She is the author of field guide to autobiography (The Operating System, 2018), & nine chapbooks, including the forthcoming trauma suture (above/ground press, 2020). Born & raised in Brooklyn, Melissa now lives in Mendocino County where she manages the Ukiah Library, teaches creative writing, & curates the LOBA Reading Series. Recent work is available at www.apoetlibrarian.wordpress.com.
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