Self

This tumid stench

of self

 

blanket

 

or lens,

 

blessing

 

or curse

 

less?

 

Forest of

absence

 

bead of

drought

 

fruitless

action

 

 

 

yes,

this unwanting belonging

 

this hair left in the sink

 

 

what of it

 

It’s there

Isn’t it

 

I am dorado

I am dorado, yellow

green gold – leaping

blue freedom I,

I am

language of sun

 

color of turquoise

 

I am marlin, billless

and bowing, muscling

out of ocean, dorsal

fin hovering – joyous

over horizon

 

 

Return to water

 

I could simply be

relieving fear

 

and the parasitic itch