PULSE VEIN, BURST JUGULAR Heidi Kraay
pockets of skin cough between teeth tart slice mindful lips each hollowed candy orb a piece of history racing through orchards over grass barefoot watch for roots clawing up and all the ways we change it’s how a thing grows into sky into moon and on and on a thousand years bitty worms wrap round bruises salivate in this shell a bubble of meat like rare steak drip bloody oh yes the way we change from sugar crust, pie bites, caramel melting over to leaking out death on soil
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