###### **Blood Out the Water**

Her skin puckered
                              and crinkled. Her skin
beat blue and purple.
To shed is loss
                                              or becoming
nerve meat pulsing.
                                         This heartbeat,
this ravaged drum—
                  she an eye-mouthed vagina
                          pours blessings.
So we see.
                       Be make ground uterus.
Tend a home. Spit on the carpet. Howl
the lullaby of swaddles.
So we seed.  	    	              The first word
echoes growth. Shatters you
                                              to tethers.

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###### **Splice**

Then they pinch
my face into a token
till memory of life
as human fades.

A seemingly undisturbed plain.
And oh—
the grasses.

She is ground water. Low
hum. Swoosh plop
tremble.

Now, I see a child
and think maybe
I am she.

used. USED.

Every time I want to pin the we,
we slips away from me,
a black eel
squirming.

I steady watch
slow churning texts—one sided,
but cannot comprehend
black light refracting.

I acknowledge
I am too *ensimismado*
to know how to say it properly.

Then they tried to nail my tongue,
but it forked and curved
in divergent directions.

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