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| photo by Edward Rinaldi © |
feasting on the vestige house, Summer built
she
always wanted the Sun
in
two by two square formed
circled
small threaded desires
the
plumbing fixtures
she
told to rust and lament
bend
the truth into the lies of art
every
bough is a wall creaking
a
brachial reach of leaves
another
dying turn, another spit
she
said bleeding into painted velvet
was
what the boreal forest floor wanted
dessert
clocks hung worn against damp soft skin
everyone
else is a tangle of sticks
cupping
their fingers, watching
where
you’ve been in late grasses
taking
stones
taking bread
finding
holes to hide in
the
stories we fish for
instead of knowing
Hansel and Gretel
must
be eaten too
the
wind whispers
seed fattened and hardened
husk
heavy with chance
they are carved
as she is
timed by body crackles
skin and flesh seared near
our portal mouths hunger
where
we hold formless love so dear
EJR
©
It's been a long time...and well worth the wait.
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