i.
my mouth was Lake Michigan,
spilling water-willows onto cashmere.
I wrote poetry across the thighs of strangers,
tongue finding internal rhymes and filling them
with spitting ink,
collecting sopranos & pocket squares.
Ii.
your waterways of little depth,
muddy, broad, meandering —
I sink down into home &
you fold over me.
-k.s.
Kora Schultz is a Wisconsin-based poet, student, and an assistant editor with Juke Joint Magazine. By day, they work with queer folks experiencing homelessness and mental health crises. You can find them on Instagram at @oatmilkmom.
