The Mother of All Water
J Pascutazz
How I can’t stop transitioning back
To what I am. Looking for a safe space
To stick my tongue in. A single use
Receptacle for an indispensable soul
Today, I self-identify as a quagmire
My soggy bottom turns toxic sludge
Into breathtaking leaf smut. The earth and I
We’re the toilet’s flush. We take shit
From everybody, and redistribute the wealth
Dam it all universe. You just had to be this
Instantaneous hazardous conundrum
Marry your rocket to my sphagnum bog
Honeymoon with me in Niagara Falls
The fall’s white noise will play our song
Touch me everywhere—like the sun
Drink the heavy water, call me a drip
Runoff. Trickle down to the lowest place
Purchase flood insurance, a used houseboat
Float off in a double creature feature
Think of all the waves we’ll cross through
To be the old men pissing in the night
My shoreline rising, your melting mirror
Hard to look in, but not break in two
I’ll have time to drink the plastic bottles
Your ego came in. Slip like ectoplasm
Through the ceiling, and echo mildew angels
In your thoughts. More space than matter
Consider this. Your brain is mostly what?
Here is my channel. These are my sounds
My automatic rinse and spin and cycles
You know the emissions I’ve repurposed
To be the lady boy in the lake. The leaves
Fall for my breezy see-through dresses
Somersault, and cartwheel in spiked heels
Across my face. As they sink I wash them
Absorb their shape and color in my bath
Ferment until I can almost think bubbles
What I’d like to be in my next life
An eco model, a beach erosion spread
A heart chill from it’s rippling rest
Who walks off a deck. A lone gull’s cry
A bridge between the overwhelming
Urge to be and a wet electric blanket
Wrapped around a muddy missing person
Maybe I’ll dye my flow to trace it
Outsource my dissolution. Identify
As a 4th of July picnic. Fireworks
Make me so excited I steam like a spirit
Condense into cloud, network my memories
Bend rainbows until the ends meet
Bare necessity. And forget what I am
A fleet of wax paper ships claims me
As its sea. I was a teenage whirlpool
Thundering home in fossilized footprints
To the lightning vessel that cut me off
From the mother of all water. I dip my ladle
In her sky, and slide into the deep end
Pitch my declinations in successively
Blue shades, suck the gold out of the stars
And dissolve empires between my moist lips
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