The ocean is a mattress

after my knees bares everything after the words are picked from my stone flower tongue

after the cradle cracks & I am hunched

over the ribby puddle of mudblood

after your voice leaves muffled over the seesaw of rubber & Floorboard

after I mop & mold my spine over my thighs

after I map out a new route of wood

& my womb blooms & my bones becomes Her flesh

& the water dries

& the dirt of us is broken up into

remember that I’ve already mastered the art of your absence

after all

she is the only proof that you ever existed