Wetland

Julia Drauden

 

my body is a swamp.

sweat-springs dampen my hairline-

every crease a warm, sticky

mess of exertion

 

this swampsmell seeping from my skin

is unfamiliar

where soap is gold and

antibacterial-anything, a new religion

 

the smell of my body is foreign

 

inhaling my personal brand of perfume,

stripping it down to its primevality

discovering the true scent of

me - my pheromones, my sweat, and

my self

 

this sweatsmell staining my skin

is taboo, on par with nose-picking-

the symphony of my organs feeds

on this scent that seeps into my

uncharted corporeality

 

bodysaints and fairytale beauty

blind me into the damning submission

of intangible memes that demand I admit

a swamp is an ugly thing.

 

in my mind, this swamp is as good

as any Caribbean timeshare;

 

this swamp is as good as mine

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