I love how one can make anything sound sexy.
As in:
I'll tie <your> shoes or
I'll steal <your> glue
then I wonder how many snails were killed last summer,
how many raspberries were browned,
underneath the decay of all our intentions:
We pared the pear tree,
stripped the bark from the dog-
wood and
at ten we knew what the magnolia tree's growths
from the sticky sweaty summer symbolized,
and we gave up flowers just to hold one.
Even now,
the blade slices open
the freshly grown watermelon
to reveal her raw red fruit,
<and it is not so innocent.>















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