demystification

Poetry | Alexandra Antonopoulos

he sings to the slug thickening 

my throat he sings to the dusty stone 

of my snaketongue without condition he sings 

i am constricted gorgon i am flaming pitchfork with pock-marked skin i am pearl 

haunted by spirit of the oyster 

he sings without condition and i hover on the sound in the multiverse, where are the starfuckers? in the body, where does shame reside?