Brine-Drunk: Cento

A cento is a poem formed entirely from lines from other media.


Drunk on the brine, my lover
is a large pot of apocalypse soup.

Beauty is a sad-mouthed, despair
-eyed albacore. The throbbing of

constellations wrecked upon my mind.
I am overboard for this metamorphosis,
ready to be raptured.


[Natalia Diaz’s When the Beloved Asks, “What Would You Do If You Woke Up and I Was a Shark?”]

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