A new poem by Wellington poet Victoria Lewis.
well – the cherries appeared quietly
there on the kitchen bench
as if to smile and say i love you,
and you dared to forget
those gleaming fruit form a prayer, a devotion
bloody on the inside, taut on the out
eat me, eat me, amen. tie the stem in a
knot with your tongue and stay another night won’t
you please? the same as fuck you is a
love letter if you say it with your chest
a city razed is but a pasture for the horses
to retake–the way that ubiquitous slides
around your teeth is just that, too:
ubiquitous indeed darling, ubiquitous!
say it again! ubiquitous all around you
and sanguine juice between my teeth
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