small birds. he eats raw celery in bed. small tits.

he's telling of human cyclops' showing pictures online. whorls, fecund, glistery-to rip open one's heart. like the street aftertaste stay honest and good and pure and true. a steel plate. banana leaves. to make one's heart a bowl. luminous hibiscus women crunch glass beneath their feet. if i'm honest with myself bodies of rice grains swell hair damp, smelling of mint dizzy. is your mind different? your heart? purple crocuses poke through me. dizzy. the emptiness of a cherry pit. bramble thicket tomahawk. the way hands smell lemons, limes, strawberries. love enough to fit in a box? a thimble? and there is no longer the thought behind the thought.