Body Poem III + IV

by Leo Croff

Crawl into my skull through my nose

My cranial dome is a hollow glass marble

Sweat beads trickle down my glossy

Concave ceiling-wall-floor, the same

Temperature as the thumbhole of a bowling ball.


Green-blue whorls distort in curving air

Aurora from ear to ear

My head is a

Planetarium

Your chair:

My red tongue.


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Steam valve esophagus

Carbonated cardio mania

Seltzer-blood gurgle 

Intravenous bubble gun 

Amphibian goulash guts.


Smelting pot skin bag

crucible

chrysalis

compost bucket.


The body is a bloody bog

Skunk cabbage armpit mushroom cloud 

Noxious (with love)

A glut for slime foods

oysters
or tapioca.


The only thing I want to chew is 

My fat lip.

Leo Croff is a trans writer, artist, and organizer living in Berlin, Germany. They work at the intersections of lore and theory, using diverse media to document their experiments in gender anarchy, alchemy, and ecotopia. Crafting underground mythologies from the wilderness beyond lawful genders, Leo writes poems and stories that indulge the uncanny experiences of transitioning bodies. They wrestle with smut, gore, comedy, mythology, and horror of the mundane.

As a facilitator, educator, and public speaker, Leo initiates dialogues that harmonize systemic critique with radical optimism. With a rich community of co-conspirators, they offer workshops and events that integrate queer/neurodiverse health an wellness, identity exploration, and environmental empathy. These spaces prefigure a world of dissolved hierarchies, with explicit equity between verbal and  nonverbal/preverbal/postverbal languages; English is a beloved playspace and pragmatic tool, but what might we learn when we communicate beyond words?