“Things are not as they appear to be.
Nor as they don’t appear to be.”
– Frida Kahlo
I create you to give you
color so you can paint -
paint us, an idea of us
more detailed
than our locked reality
I am the artery
You are the earth
The stink as arteries
thorn into earth
And I make it so –
I make it so accessible
A nip, a snip
Tissue of rock
Spiney teeth
Toothless spine
The love of my body
beating away –
miscarrying its way to you
Its seed bearing
sweetspot – overlapping spirals -
The resin runs round me
as it runs
out
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