Cornflower

by Katie McCarthy

 
gristles of blood finally appear
a calmness settles into my body
the same with blade to flesh history
and you swallow the cavity of my soul

your mouth twitches
left to right
and I know you as my lover

gentle strokes
and my spine erects itself
it begins to bloom
my fingertips swell
and I can’t close my eyes for fear of missing
because I can’t hear
but see and smell
the acidity of your gun

your mouth twitches
left then right

i imagine the azaleas you would bring me
the potted cacti families
the rings of trees barking
and segmenting spaces of time

when I walk out
i know I will summon you

that twitch of your mouth
left to right

and I will see the inkstains again

 

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