the body of your gift to the body
threshold
tear bites
appearances as if they were grains.
And to fill the void of my other wood
my mother washed me with muddy water
led me on the slopes of every mountain
and the swirl of questions gave me. *
Chew dawn
your diligence
closing with pins
open the surf from your step.
Authority sweet
my sleep
equidistant from the corner of
my shoulder.
I consecrated Evo vertigo
and I kneaded it with darkness and light
to become a woman-woman-target and the arrow pierced
and glorious
angel of the nameless pleasures .*
Rounds cups bread
to receive the fruit of cultured pearl
from the foot of your journey.
Foreign grew up and no one kills my grain.
drew my life on a blank page
apple tree had borne no
then cut out and I came out
a part of me dressed in red, another piece of white .*
Dips my eyes
lakes
fresh seafood and bean counting
rally at the next meal. Hanging on the bottom of
starched tablecloth.
MCT
* J. Haddad, When I became a fruit in Return Lilith .
Image MoonWolf , Federica Lampis
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