Mackenzie Roof

Nautical

Whale swelling up

like waves crashing against my ribcage

like my diction when I speak words and my tongue hits the back of my teeth

Language I don't know how to assemble because I just can't remember, a game

when the opposing team disguises itself as the form of love you yearn for most

An old ship who experienced battery, covered in barnacle growths from

weathering just one too many storms

Asymmetrical, jagged, fractured, busted face split lip

stayed at someone's house last night and I don't remember how their name is

formed with my tongue and teeth.

Always staring to the future, chanting praises of the past.