Poem, Fins to Scale

(^^My fictional album cover, above^^)

In my Sanskrit state,
in my still celluloid dream,
the last gelatine poems
severed from scrolls & minerals.

I’m the demographic gaffe,
protest me. This fission
of girl, this scaling. I,
beheaded, a loving cup smirk.
My life a mussel—a soft gun,
a parliament of flora,
my name.

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