the seed i
swallowed: your image.
every goddamn root
splits through my red and black--
veins, arteries, corpuscles,
the machine of the earth allegorized in flesh,
the raw root-network of pulses
that unfurls, monstrous, of its own accord,
my body, become your ground.
eyes beating blind, vision ribboned with the
impulse
of your juice:
this
very heart
is yours.