like a flower I open
sweet and salty
like sour-sweet in my grandmother’s wood-heated kitchen
like maiden sheets in the bridal chamber
like a foster child in apron laces
a piano in my ankle back to the womb
unused keys and the baptismal font
lies
someone was the mother and someone the foster child
this scent will be forgiven
the grandmother, the mother and her daughter
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a cyst and walking in two layers
all the strawberries and mandarins
climbing up my pipes
you be the man and check out
my pipes
we’re wasting time
after you have swept and collided
rubbed
this decision is for sale
I’ll buy your sperm
you can hire this womb
things may have
a happy ending too
you can call it whatever you want
I’ll name it
it has my name and your diminutive
