MEANOTHER

To slit open sin, to discover face-before-birth,

bog puss being, with leather plumbing,

lodged

in the nexus of a Her so stratigraphic

limestone and Mars pile into this vocabulary.

Tough as cross hide, the Christ script, conducted

by an iced and antlered Satan

performing mayhem throughout the world.

I lifted my face-before-birth out of its vulvic coffin,

pried the consequences away from its neck—

the back of its head rich in salamander pigtails,

asphalt worms, cutthroat

eels, tubeworms that once vibrated in methane seeps.

Then I stepped into the soul pouch

as if into a uniform of water—

Sweet pea appeared, Veronica and Archie,

a flood of Toons, writhing with liquid termites.

To wear oneself as other is to hybridize

a destiny that is multifoliate, larded with aperture,

a siphon through which drips a serpent rainbow

whose center stripe is the menstrual

icing that celebrated our break with estrus.

Ah, uroboric earth linkage,

bloodstream felt as exterior congruence,

no me and nature, no you and X,

rather meanother, the infant colossus of

symbiotic meaning

cutting through the significance shellac.

Like yaw in love with yaw, the poem

tintinnabulating into auto-yabyum,

happy in a vulvic cap, a six-eyed imp,

madre succulent, Sweet Pea nosy, pater free.