Fructose

24/04/2013 § Leave a comment

and I was the fruit
who began to feel sap through her branches again
then lost it and found it, again and again
 
one day I will not feel so sick
one day I will plant a pear tree
and eat from it, and give my fruit away
 
and from a little girl who ate mashed bananas
grew a girl who still feels the soft yellow folds
are a womb which made her
 
maybe I’ll be folding your clothes, maybe others clothes too
maybe your voice will make me shiver
and fall into its warmth
 
if I must fear you, I know what it is I fear
 
lets not forget we’re packs of cards
I’m begging you Mr folded clothes
Mr cash man
Mr safe house
shuffle my deck slowly, read them all
place your shocksmile chips on the table
one by one
let them fall
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