"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


amanda

makes the morning

165 ft in length


and bows out

barely noticing

my pink edge


my colony sting

and rice jack

bladder


complicating

all my

plans




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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