SEEKER
She found him
Verbose, wondered
Why he was gargling,
Carving salt with his uvula.
Too much tongue?
She was the type
To fondle q tips
Groom his climax.
Swish. Swallow. Marvel.
The questioning type
Blessed or cursed
With a savant prone womb.
She found slums
More frightening than marsh,
Collarless dogs
And red grapes
Dozing, frozen in the sun.
Then she found me
Long after she’d quit
Seeking answers. Clarity. Peace.