two poems
by Maya Martinez
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3/21/25
God came down to me in a dream and fingered me. Told me. Little girl. Told me. Promise Land is coming. When you’re cuming that's Promise Land. Promise Land soaks into the day. Promise Land slowly rises up out of the ground with the heat. Promise Land is when the whole room turns into a mouth. The dumpster behind the KFC on fire. Promise Land is widening ass hole. Like it is seeping into the day as the day turns. That’s Promise Land. Like wine in the air. When you walk a long way and tire the want out of your body and the mind turns from worry to tired. Promise land. Don't eat anything. Promise Land. Lick the sky. Kiss sky. Hold the day in your mouth and drool on it like a penis. Let it choke you. Promise Land like sour milk on the tongue. When the moment is pregnant, Promise Land. When the air between two people is collapsed and rancid. Possibility in the day. Promise Land. Deteriorating spatial awareness. Memory folded over. Crying out in the dream. God touch me father. God touch me and turn my ripeness. To PromiseLand. When we laugh there are things in the air that are the opposite. When we laugh there has to be a sad thing somewhere we are laughing over. Cause give and take are even. When you're sucking in Promise Land air to make a laugh. There is air being stolen out of someone's lungs. And it accidentally makes things more valuable. But devastating. Cause it's like this big thing. Everywhere. Touching everything. In promise land. Like in the movie. I laughed at the movie. And the people inside the movie were laughing in a way. But it was like pouring concrete. On an abstract sadness that was far away. But everyone knew it existed. It had to exist. The sadness had to exist like a shouting echo from far away for all of the mechanics of humor to work on us. The audience. When God kissed me he put the code in my mouth. Like an egg. Exchanged. Covered in spit. The secret. Was inside my mouth. Now. I use my mouth on everything. Coat it in God’s secret. Coat it in my mouth. My spit. Like the secret. God put inside of me. Share it with the world. Your talents.
4/12/25
I stretch towards the world with my fantasy in the particles. I rotate on my axis with the pull of debasement towards a world of pleasure for myself. I think about sex all day and sex thinks about me. I want sex everywhere. My stench of want follows me. My shame follows me. I lay out the history of the world on my body and it reveals the sex of time to me. How I am in lineage with the sex of time. How the sex of time keeps track of me in its years and seconds and minutes. When we are talking. I’m getting fucked. I fucked myself all over the earth. I fucked myself everywhere. And let God watch. I think about those sunny days in the dark of sex. I think about those dark days in the sun of sex. I made sex a God and it still hasn't yet withered. I masturbate God into my mouth. I touch God’s privates like he says to. I bring God to climax. He reaches into my cunt and expands his hand. I sit on God. I lick God into it. God licks me into hell. The world of hands is reaching out. He made us all of us. No human can do it. Every human can do it. Be God. Touching me. So I'm forced. To open myself up to the world. And dine in it. Dine on the God cock. Lick it like a porno. Fuck it like. Gangbang.
Maya Martinez is a poet, performer, and actress. Raised in Florida she now resides in New York. Her full length of experimental plays, Theatrics, is out now with Wonder Press.
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