Sunday, March 24, 2013

Theorem of the mouth

One might suspect it tastes
akin to the texture

of hunger: fixtures
on vibration: a starvation fruit
bursting. Here, see it plucked.
Plumped, pierced and wanting

survival: like the latch
of a respirator,

or two starfish
grasping at each 

other for anything
solid, for genetic myth

of another half, for the wet
of the wide living Ocean.

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