Lamby Rug
I suck my thumb and go back in time to when you spanned larger than me.
I’ll always have a resonating void engulfing my being-
You belong wrapped around my body.
I slide my hand through your foresty hairs and my face sinks in.
I feel like a tongue and I am licking you and you are a smooth expensive truffle.
I want you to swallow me up!
Jonah in a fuzzy lamby-walled stomach.
I could last more than three days.
I could last more than forty days.
Grape Jelly
Nose in jar. Arrival.
Smells like Hudson.
Pure, grainy grape residue
A childhood of juice. Juicing.
Is this ekphrastic?
The art of crushing grapes.
The art of making jelly.
Don’t wait for the toast to get cold this time
Cut it in half-
Part hot now
Part cold later
One can find meaning in anything.
Lick the knife and put it back.
I am a double dipper.
A plane of ruby stained glass lying on the beach.
Cut it in half-
Sideways
The sand is just barely thicker
And only sometimes.
Why is it ruby when it tastes so purple?
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