Fluke

By t. r. san

i am fluke, whale’s

tail, anchor arm

-or, flat fish,

sucker, hooker,

host-hungry,

driest wet,

have had

sex

many times

with many men,

made them subject,

to poems, of poems, to

my sick, antigens, frequent

waters, many tears, & many stills, &

still, they never leave, those perma phantoms.

t.r. san is a poet and translator currently based on Gadigal land, with recent work found in minor literature[s], The Cincinnati Review, HAD, Smokelong Quarterly, The Offing, &c. read & reach @thoushallkill on Twitter, or trsan.neocities.org.