oh here i am, footless again sitting in a tiny boat in the bathtub
touching each of my eight breasts touching the cluster of hood-hidden
nerves, the wait hurts, the wanting moutarde dijon spread on the soles of my feet well haven’t you
ever wanted to leave a print, a thick mess of gold seed vinegar in your wake
Lizi Gilad is the author of Hyperion (Big Lucks), drip, drip (BOAAT Press), and Our Dark Mouths (forthcoming, Hermeneutic Chaos Press). She holds an MFA from UC Riverside and lives, for now, in Southern California.
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