i’ve eaten a cure

i’ve eaten a cure song

and let it drip down my hands

juice falling from my fingertips

(the password is pomegranate)

and without saying poem, or night

and without saying i love you (really)

and without knowing how flesh can swim

i bank on our desire to see that red ruby

sea (part)

::

for Real Toads

 

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#309

(child’s analysis of blood)

it really is red!

thicker than is possible–

not like communion