C o m m u n i o n
by Emma Stout You think that knowing the velocity of the earth will stop it from spinning.
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C T o h c e o n u t
photo | Isabel Fernandez
And so, you write the formula in your head While hacking at the edges While watching their heads lift back a little too far You hack and you hack until the knife is slippery with juice Until even Orion notices you’re not hacking To find the center To release the pressure They stop laughing when the spritz erupts In a stunned silence, they ignore the carnage The bloodied skin. They lift their arms in unison Welcoming the mortal mess of earth into their slow embrace The bloodied skin Communion of the Coconut fh 24
