Mackenzie Roof


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.