Cast Out by Griffin Jing Martin

Cast Out

poetry by Griffin Jing Martin

cast out the future on a line & wait for the outcome playing between the pressure of biology & the water column. wave with the arms of a monster; part woman, part extension of your hair seaweeding down your spine. comb

through wet grass with soft nails, feel growth tomorrow, belong to it later,

breathe underwater & float through the dark space of not yet: there is always time.

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