B49
Public Record
Excerpt from novel: with Abandon

swallow me.

let me wander through Your self.
i asked You —
where is Your soul
& You pointed at Your guts
then held two hands out, slightly apart
& said
— i imagine it coming from here,
& billowing out like a firehose

we’re stuck in sticky love
until we are chewed back into two
until the fingers tan again
but this sticky love is the best thing i have

what a predicament, i say laughingly
what are you to do? You say lovefully,
& then weave Your tongue
through my corpus callosum.

Frida Bilson