Issue/Publication: The Peralta Press

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Ripe and round,
I slip my finger
against the slim
band of my underwear,
slide the skin
of my dress
over my head,
plunge the fruit
of my body into a hot
tub of water that stretches
out toward ocean.

In this water,
I am Aphrodite,
simmering in her shell,
radiant, resplendent,
luscious as summer plums