"an order of Hydrozoans" by JW Summerisle


amanda palmer presents to me

a man o' war where

my face should be

pink-brained siphonophore

water pocket dry popped

dead upon the sand

where she beached me

white and blacked like

weimar and worried

for the shape of things

to come the makeup

the masque of polyps

pretending to be something


makes the morning

165 ft in length

and bows out

barely noticing

my pink edge

my colony sting

and rice jack



all my



JW Summerisle lives in the English East Midlands. Their poetry & artwork can be found in Catatonic Daughters, The Madrigal, SAND, & Re-Side. They may sometimes be found on Twitter @jw_Summerisle.

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