i think one time i was a wick 

in the candy-apple kerosene of a deep sea angler’s lamp 

and you were moth marinade

geyser vomit

blue whale halitosis

a geode’s lost tooth

i think i was the bubble in a volcano’s carotid

tinsel on a portuguese man-of-war

and you wore a sundog for a crown

sailed a death valley stone

spoke in glow worm morse code

your intestines showed when you blinked

.... .- ...- . .-- . -- . - ..--..

[ H A V E W E M E T ? ]

maybe when we were ambergris

rafflesia yolks

impatient quartz stitched into glacier indigo

those times 

when i swallowed the other moons’ cherry-pits

you must have been the sapling pushing up my throat

----------------------------------------

Shauna Friesen is a mountain climber, rock collector, and writer living in Los Angeles, CA. Her words have been featured in Pithead Chapel and Fictive Dream.