somehow
by Emily Moon
life is a mixery slip
a folderoldery roil
a boiling moment
appears placid
as a plattery plane
nothing to see
for smiley miles
until it becomes alligatorish
with snappery teeth
eager for your netherish regions
after eternalish time
we get a leg up
but there's too many feet
at the end of that limb
each with its own ideas
about destination
i have concerns
about this state of affairs
but we flotsam along
and somehow
rivery arrive
Emily Moon (she/her) is a queer transgender spore being. She remembers her forest roots and seeks mycelial connections. Poetry is part of the epigenetics she inheritance from her grandmother. In the mundane world, she tunes ultrasound machines that produce pictures of babies and hearts. She is author of the collection "It’s Just You & Me, Miss Moon," editor at First Matter Press, and host for Eastside Poetry Workshop. linktr.ee/EmilyMoonPoet