I feel ugly like a man

Full bladder

bulging unpicking at the bellybutton

pad of wax cooled on the tongue crumbling into bits of Greek feta

salty dermal frottage

curing a group

Holding a fist full of olives with brine that seeps through my fingers

Holding two wet oysters with brine that slips through my fingers

In  a conversation with four wet oysters

In a shell with a horticulture student

                                                                                      Coagulating in the shell with the horticulturalist

In  anywhere between twelve

                                                                                     In anywhere between lists

Anywhere with people to spread