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

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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