A set of accurately measured points
Allows a body to know the distance
From outer areola to peak nipple.

Your belly’s button around my soft
Tongue. My taster seeks a knowledge 
Known thus far only by my dangling

Participle, my dingo eating your soiled
Children...those droplets of ocean
Spray wet my cheeks, measure my

Climactic sequence as a function
Of your anus pressure. Your geoid
Felt as one body, imagined firm,

Smooth. Though how you smote a
Hairy bear still puzzles cartographers.

Sean J Mahoney (he/him) lives in Santa Ana, California with Dianne, her mother, 4 dogs, and 4 renters. He believes Judas a way better singer than Jesus and dark chocolate extraordinarily good for people. He currently serves as the prose editor at Wordgathering. Sean co-edited the first 3 volumes of the MS benefit anthology series Something On Our Minds. His chapbook ...Politics or Disease, please… is available from Finishing Line Press.