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The Anthology of Monterey Bay Poets, 2004


In a burst of creative
upon discovering four virgin walls
and her natural ink reservoir
she spurted black jets
of squid
swirled over
glass reflections
while she gagged dribbling
trails that
threatened to reveal:
"Alone, I am alone,"
to the first eye that
paused permitted itself
to cringe
from her mute liquid roar
blinding her world
with currents of
confessional glyphs,

streaked incoherence
of wobbly wet wondering
breathed and rebreathed.

©copyright 2008 Judith Cody, all rights reserved
previously published in Bathysphere Review, and also in The Anthology of Monterey Bay Poets.