waiting on the baby’s lashes
to dip & stay dunked
like a pebble tasted, skipped & sunk
the taste of gardens, secret
& the funk of nontrivial algae.
baby, a vagina is
two held hands that bleed.
I’m crazy, I jump poems
kicklessly like frog’s legs.
begging poems like bubbles of kiss
look for lips
bliss
waver
pop.
softly, baby, bleed upon the earth.
it’s nothing more
than a pebble heading home,
striking water, landing near.
cdzhouse 