Wednesday, October 30

Pomegranates & Figs

on the belt buckle
of
Argentinierstra├če

she undressed by
the
second window

, filled out since I
last
saw her

The last lamp’s last
light
pillowed white on

her thighs—One
piece
derobed after another

Her swollen breasts
sag
softly out their

casts—& she slips
to
the bed by me

I wanted to eat her
alive
with pomegranates

& figs, & return to my
loveless
ways with wet lips.

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