when the vinegar is poured
the buttermilk curdles
and separates the cream.
it is the cheesecloth that catches and maintains,
the cheesecloth that suppresses.
i am made witness and bearer of creation.
the hot vinegar curdles in my womb
and births to spoils
to the hand of the cloth.
open-palmed this cup collects the oil of her tears
and is nuances by a name
of a woman.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
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