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by Anna Ruiz

There’s a pearl growing in my mouth.
I am under construction.
Bend with me these tall grasses,
smooth away the shifting sand.

Did you think I was easy to bear
the weight of? Did you think I’d
be your own undoing when your hands
held me naked with your need?

Bloodthirsty... You and I are bloodthirsty
dragons of the night, cutting teeth, splitting bones
with the hammer of our authority.
Do not take my marrow without due consideration.

Let not this corpse flower die in vain, die without
being held on your tongue, round and smooth,
beautiful, now placed around your neck like a
chain, linking litanies of the moon rising.

Copyright © 2010 by Anna Ruiz

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