pound cake
comparison of soul to creeping fig // after fresh apples // browning // in the palms of my hands //
paper torn & rolled // falling // to its beginning again // as pulp // dripping // like raw yolks //
maybe-yes-maybe… bubbling & spitting at the mouth // after // legs crossed // & uncrossed //
sweating peach // released
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it is after // massaging the plush, tinted rose of it // gently // at first // after // surveying it // like a
painting // only after // understanding its proximity // to immortality // after // identifying the texture //
where have i had this before? // nowhere, but dreams // ballooning in my stomach // but not
floating //
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call it the aftermath of frozen milk // to heat
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eating now // eating there // eating here // eating always : creaming fear // with my hands