by Maitreyi Ray
Maitreyi Ray is a poet & performance artist who lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota. They play fast & loose with time and space. Come sit with them in their kitchen – they’ll talk yr ear off. Find them on Twitter @itsteensy.
call me wolf-mouth. call me ocean floor. call me wounded star-carrier. call me the fat between my legs, call me lukewarm slut. call me when i am teething on a cigarette, call me shamelessly, call me ur mother’s name. call me cunt, the suggestion of a grave. but don’t call me incense or dry lentil. or faraway blue sky. or dreamer. i have seen that the rice cooker is also a god, always boiling, never cooked. i have seen the way men make prayers out of me while they sharpen their fingers. i have lived for centuries as a painted calf kneeling in the mud.
becoming two fingers in my blowhole teach me the seascape i mean piss in my mouth skimmed metallic suction traps me one long god rippling her sun bleached creatures my lip bled heat swimming a shy wave nebula of light struck particles dim when u combust now polyp i’m awake i’m the history of pleasing i’m bits of singsong in the shadow of a woman i’m slip-
pery unearthed heat i’m breathable plasma i’m carrying dusk to the sea floor in my mouth
now wave // now break