Intra-Venus

the inside of my throat is dead from the sunlight
that i swallowed once while sleeping
now i drink fields and birds

my stomach is cauterized by the moon
that i ingested once while tripping
i gnash rock and worm

and shit distilled water and butterflies

i swish clouds and cry snowflakes
bite sky and see stars

i live in the space between space
inside of the inside of the outside of the outside

i write because my tongue is a stump
that i chewed off and spit out
after once i had screamed at injustice

Colin Momeyer lives somewhere in North America. This is his second appearance on spread.