brain poem
By: Lili Raynaud
Year: 2024
Download This Workit was thursday night
martini pick
thru my frontal lobe
we wanted to see the ocean
half-drunk on a boardwalk lobotomy
the world was big & it was ours
we could’ve swallowed the moon
like a raw scallop
carved out of its shell with a swiss knife
& split in half
salty and pure
we could’ve swum the channel half blind
it’s like
a sting of the synapses
like finding layers of truth under this one
1,2,3, tug!
fishbones arent wishbones
but oh well make do with what you have
ask the genie dripping wet
where do i go from here
he says nothing
he says nothing
then a splash