Poem by Sara Deniz Akant

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B A R R A C U D A

I can’t tell you how cold
the length of your gun
has been feeling inside of my mouth.


can’t stop thinking
how sexy you are, babe – the way you fuse
my atoms into perfect harmony.


what are you – some kind of barracuda


barracudas – that’s right – I am barracudas.
and it is a waste to throw fish like me out
just for being dirty on the inside !


it seems you are missing one of two
round dirt things
that should have already been here. I mean –
where is your solar powered color changing fiber optic
plant. what will you put in the deepest parts
of my garden ? after living on play-doh
for fifty-six years
you must be in need of new food.


you must be admitting that this predator mode
is deadly ashes
and has been getting pretty expensive.