- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
Famine came crawling on its knees, begging for a home in alms. My roots
dark like the furry hide of a raccoon’s stare. Nobody can know how deep a
human’s desires flow. My ribs sleep in different rooms; sutured to
independent plans. I surf statistics and alternatives. The one thing
that drives towards the gulls is a body of light, emerging like the sign of infinity.
The way my face caves like a lone stone grown taller than the length of an ocean’s
wave, does not wheel precarious boats to any mines of crops. I could sit in a field of
ripe fruits thrusting their bellies through from a lover’s cling of the root goddess,
watch their juices leak out like a stone-earth’s sweat,
yet feel no wind on the nape of my maw, hunger ricocheting
like trapped lilies in bone gardens, ripening on the brink of a lupus moon.