Discharge the Chaos

Maybe I’m just storm-swung

wrung out or sunk in a sea

eyes, brackish mouth, tide-moody

just seaweed using my breath to change the air 

I edge 

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the machinery of my own trapping 

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brush it from mind to gut 

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while habit of mind like each fertile phase 

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shortens me
 

gears lock into gears imperfectly
 

cloud cover scrapes my tonsils quiet 

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does its disorienting work 

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while the sun in it squints me 

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I furrow

Megan Breiseth is a queer Bay Area poet who works in education. She’s the author of the chapbook Zia (Mrs. Maybe Press) and the longer you stay here (Featherboard). Her poems have appeared in Parentheses, Rise Up Review, sPARKLE and bLINK, and are forthcoming in Word for/Word. She’s recently completed her first full-length collection, Sun Blue.