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After The World Did Not End

I’m a big jellyfish,

All grown-assed—I can

Admit it now: I am

A gelatinous head

Inside of a head

That smells of spit-

Up diamonds that’s

Been jammed inside

Another head that,

Most certainly,

In oftentimes slats

Of moonlight, looks

As if a mustache

Has been Sharpied

Above its lip.

So what if the years

Haven’t taught me

How to hold

Another’s hand,

Tenderly, or drink

Orange smoothies

From the skull

Of my enemies?

My ribs don’t cradle

Me right & maybe

I like feeling as if

I’m slipping out

Of the enormous hand

That’s puppeting me.

But when the baby

Cries & tears jewel

His cheek’s fat

Ledges, I fit into

Myself with the burn

Of a dislocated

Elbow being reset.

Watching him

Sleep today I’m on

Fire. I want to

Rip deep holes

In my body & umbrella

Over him—welcome

His shallow breaths

Into me as he rocks

A clockwise circle,

Eyelids tremoring

With white-hot dreams.