by Paris Jessie
the ocean quite possibly came with her
she poured her grains into the calling blue
and in return split in two
the ocean spilled its contents into
her upper
half
now hovering around she carries the weight
of the sea
even its chattery
top layer
where the sun laminates
she munches away as it pours in
starving sand lacking wetness
of tide blankets
on rests
the the
walls of her esophagus saltwater
there to cleanse her from voices that had never
belonged
something like sun
down the ocean water sub
merges
feeding her insides to confiding in all her senses
things will not be silenced here with an ocean belly that
gyrates, hearing that against
waves crash kidney,
kidney wakes to function, as believed,
the blue waves crash into red waves
waste & excess // cultivated & surplus
the unhinged jellyfish and octopi occupy
with coral reefs pushing at her wilted parts
re-absorption oozes from her details, she is,
more than you thought
you do not know what floats
underneath
this depth, she is, you do not know
the taste she smells // the smell she tastes
she just moves
