i am

rubber weed wedged into nature’s cores
i am
simple kiss of the sharp angles of floral mercury
a spoon for you
goddesses in the purple upper pores of earth
heavy as wine
Stomach what you can care about
and speak for yourself
I break through as a stringy and faintly wet dermis
yellow like pleasure, hunger, and pain.

i am

maple breath and whiskey taste
gone into town to see the beards
the new look, sponsored by the moon.
it slams, just like you used to
those beards looked good next to starshine
smart tricks to get you back on my side
the smell of watermelon skin
kinky feet and blushing members
of your lesser bodies
the wish for returning is real
the mountains
those are real
i am.


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