nature morte

When you eat the forbidden,
sooner or later your teeth
scrape against stone, bitter,
and you will spit it out.

last lines of PEACH GIRL by Lee Ann Roripaugh

photographer: noell oszvald

walking through high waisted
grass sprouted hills
our faces slack with hustle
we laughed like stuffed animal heads
over stories about how snow has energy
shedding syllables as we hurried along

this resistance against recursive nature
(we walk upright for a reason)
not remembering how much our bodies work for us
only sensing how much we fight against it
knowing drama and karma can feel differently
bent backwards until fragile as blue

we maintain stillness
despite insincere throats
affecting the slant of our inner lives
these threads connecting codes
native realizations that community
now definitely includes you

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