Languishment 1/28
This is a desert – skin
a healing patch over the mouth
What is love but a breaking open of a peapod
The sand eviscerates – leathers
turns everything purple-brown
The peapod is full of sand – pours over hours
Love is a dry space bone-filled and breaking constantly
Take this pea on your tongue – it will clear
roll it like a pearl
Sand over the tops of dunes
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