mother cow is a space not incomplete
a ripening of fruit
for biting
and ripping
: to tear with teeth
orange in disposition
to taste, to eye
and i, extinguished in areas of faith
of cup
and body:
waves pleat against these ribs,
they are a rhythmic pulse.
she cries amber oil
that blossoms and shines her faith.
she will pack red clay on her feet
and pace her impurities.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
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