by anaum sajanlal

fish fill my skull
flitting
under water silk thought.
maybe, dread.

glittering familiar,
wise.
did you know?
metal fences are
nothing
to pounding feet
and grief.
did you know?
tents can be sacrosanct.
temples
to the soul of a soul.

familiar flitting
(welcome?)
a compass.
movement fluid, insistent,
free.

dispersing wisdom to
throat, breast,
belly.
did you know?
stop.
there is
no one here.
shimmering writhing,
swirling.

this self
is not mine.

movements slick,
roiling. fast.
too much.

but did you know?
self is not his.

you know.
you crawled,
shrieking,
along his gums.
picking teeth, scraping.

maybe: self
is what remains,
and what hasn’t.
mine.

now wisdom blooms in belly,
blushing.
fingers, lips.
consider:
love as a butch
who makes everything
easy.
maybe:
butch like twilight forest
and care.
butch like intention
and first spring sun.
glittering warm
possibility.