Palea by Tory Dent
Only my mouth taking you in, the greenery splayed deep green.
Within my mouth, your arm inserted, a stem of gestures, breaking gracefully.
Into each other we root arbitrarily, like bushes, silken, and guttural.
[Rest
here]
[NY Times obit
here. Logins at
bugmenot.com]
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