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I sat down in his wheel chair beside his bed and he told me
how to cook a red breast.
Tree of life and candy bugs eat bright Allah lanterns.
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Choke on a plum instead and kiss the heart of the one who
loves you.
fencepost holes
and
trodden men
cut it off
(never).
Apple frog bites
bodies.
-peniel-
that you stole from her womb filled with your own blood –
(not hers)
and fingers.
Smile, and pretend you know me, then slap me in the face
with your hot hand.
remember?
Remember, there is
no room to spit
(when you’re on your hands and knees).
Throwing Bricks
You look just like my heaven with your blonde hair falling
long on your ruffled egg shirt holding the shoulders.
You turn to find the ring and I cringe, for inside I know
that regardless of the nines, this is my new life.
You look into my eyes as I buy the rope and I know that the
only thing you’ll ever sell me is my heart –
now
entwined
in some
exotic
knot not
acceptabl
e.
do not talk.
Lines long
around the square.
“Eat me!”
And here we are, eyes and face shiny asking for your bread
to die?
to rectify?
Maybe the next seldomness will rightly alter the alter and
set things aright.
Elaboration on Something Personal yet Perhaps True
Eat the apple, kiss the tree, and don’t stop to think
about the careful notion of melody-
or the way the room does stink.