Surfacing


by Jacques Etienne

Your mother, the shaman, forces those snake charmers to eat

dirt.

Not name brand shit but

the generic kind

In your youth you wanted to be a goddess.

I still refuse to worship

God let me dip him in the Massacre River.

he will surely curdle the blood and sweet nectar

will rise to the surface.

and anoint the

frogs and

swamp creatures with kisses.

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