SPIRONOLACTONE by Sloane Holzer
My body is a desalination plant I flush her salt regularly; spilled tears on my shower floor. Her pond scum running clean. I flush her salt regularly and carve out room for an iris blur of canal & highway floodplain strip malls Room carved out for her wet, flooding my banks. An egret wades between a twin mattress naked, cursive sheets of silt Her wet, running over my banks the thick smell of sun-ripe river and cursive heat; a fog pouring molten grey canopy The thick smell of lazy, ripe tears on the shower floor. Cursive silt on twin bodies Her pond scum runs delta along my naked sheets. Here is a desalination plant
