exoticism

grey eyes
stare, openly
at the flesh of elephant plums
raw and hanging, dripping with a sour earthiness
open your fists, green guava
soon dropped upon the shore
of a tall-tiered world, singing of poverty and praises
now, the sea and our desert beckon us again,
and we leave
with our sticky hands
and sweet gazes
 
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The Lone Cat

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    Peach tea

    i hope you can see my future
    in dripping peach tea leaves,
    chemically bloated with sweetener
    until the silver edges and feminine handle are sticky with syrup

    what do the dredges whisper to you, teller?

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    watching

    behind the blinds, we watch stripes of
    empty walls, yellow-wedding sunsets, 
    watercoloring paper until it frays, fades
    against shaky hands, weathered blisters

    I do not think you will learn of sacrifice

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