flowering Chinese cabbage | my growing | vegetable heart
wondered through the burn | ing stomach & focus | the mind
because it is coming | the rest of everything | tightly wrapped cylindrical head
the yolk & anchor of it | the cross pollination & | small, delicate version
walking with her | sleeping with us | less commonly, the mandarin
pretended it was over
allegorically
the corners of the painting
unfinished
smudges pushed across
the centre
sketching the stars through
asylum windows
spinning plates in yonder corn field
bleeding out
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