A POEM by ARIELLE TIPA
the circumference of salt
waist-deep in the spasms of my spine // i calculate // the folklore of warm saliva // the musk
between our legs // the potential of raw almonds // flesh // all pink and soft and yours // of heavy
cream in sewer pipes // the slippery alarm of frightened fish // so says
my tongue // graceless // neck-deep in the contortions of a cherry stem // so goes // the
circumference of salt // the radius of our cuticles // a litmus of peaches // of tree sap // so ends //
Arielle Tipa is a writer who lives near a haunted lake in New York. Her work has appeared in Grimoire, Millennial Pink, among others, and is forthcoming in Ache and Dream Pop Press. She is the founding editor of Occulum.