nothing sits still

my stomach is a stormy ocean

my stomach is a stormy ocean with currents

my stomach is a stormy ocean with currents that could pull you

my stomach is a stormy ocean with currents that could pull you off the edge of the world.

whirlpools

and hurricanes

and the sky turns

and the sky turns to some blurred shadow

and the sky turns to some blurred shadow of watermelon migraines

and my eyes

and my eyes are the frothy films

and my eyes are the frothy films within the waves

and my head is the mush

and my head is the mush of crushed grapes

and dripping juice

with citrus peels

at the bottom of the pool

and nothing

and nothing sits

and nothing sits still.

nothing sits still // hymn