Queerodactyl

berry budding in water tiger

lilies claiming

hocus-pocus wonder. I was broken

vanity, vixen vase, victorious tête-

à-tête — the Scrabble game nobody won

because the tiles aspired speculums.

Ocean-misaligned brook / brook-misaligned

agua

— where else could these gospels have dawned

if not in the bellies of men

hyenaing a becoming?

Twerking in church,

I outperformed the candles

diarized in the simpleminded annexation.       Wussup,

Blastoise

with the veiniest homebound

pika-pika aim?

Wussup, Sims

Chumbawamba Family Portrait Simulation?

St. Sunny of the Sissies

beheld the bukkake throng

of mojo-coated cartilage

squandered

on the refurbished bunk

for new cetaceans. A dazzling jeremiad

shone me dead

until I gridlocked the algebraic expressions

of my body in question marks.

These syndicated fiyahs

stigmatized my herculean magma

shades,

but I held these walls apart,

every inch of my mascara cut off

apple pie.

You watched me hobble home

while the streets coalesced magenta. Tell Momma

the holes I cover with one error

swell — & there are only inadvertent landscapes

to dollop with nonetheless.