IN SOUTH DAKOTA I SPENT HOURS TOURING THE THIRD LONGEST CAVE IN THE WORLD
my mouth is a cave.
sorrow is.
a pinprick in skin—wherein germs enter the vast structure of the being.
the smallest thing can kill.
a word is a stone you toss in front of you to see how deep.
deeply I entered.
cavern of ear whorl.
lost in the sound.
went to feel, not to find.
a cunt is a cave, not a woman.
have you ever been spelunking?
picture it—utter interiority.
alone with it.
alone inside the split earth.
This poem was published in the Fall 2018 issue of VoiceCatcher. Cover photograph by Darla Mottram.