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From the collection of “Bodily Observations”

I saw you in the Garden of Eden 

With ebony scales beneath your skin 

Brandishing white daggers. 

You had me devouring apples 

To the core 

From your palm, 

But the fruit you bore  

Was born to weeds.  

 

I felt the G-force 

When you spun me 

Like a pottery wheel, 

So you’re fingers slid through 

The cracks of my ribcage 

Tearing meat from my lungs. 

 

I clambered out of this box 

With crimson cupped in my hands 

While I pick up bone shards along the way.