Thursday, August 20, 2015

kale ribs

i learned how to remove the kale ribs, throw them aside and keep the
bitter leaves. ruffled like the lace dress that might
or might not have existed, all the fantasies seem to
blur with the realities now. that time she was a 
waterslide for me, that time i crawled 
like a whore for the love.

the kale ribs are no good, throw them aside and 
freeze the leaves- blend it with fruit that might or not might
exist, crawling like a 
whore through a body. pack all the words 
into the freezer, just because something is healthy does not mean 
it has to taste good. 

i've mined myself for the hip bones, still
mining for the backbone. just because something is healthy does not mean
it will not keep you sleepless, baby
can a person crawl and still be 
an ocean? 
the freezer is nearly full and i will have to start
eating the kale ribs raw, turn myself into something insoluble, something no one else
can fully digest, still,
each sleepless night i sneak to the kitchen and i freeze
the leaves for her.

1 comment:

Cheryl said...

So much gorgeousness in this, so many beautiful moments. "I've mined myself for the hip bones, still mining for the backbone" - oh, that alone, that alone is worth a bookful of poems. Also the ruffles of the kale's lacy dress. Also "can a person crawl and still be an ocean?" This is like salt on my tongue, and I want the sea-taste of it to last and last.

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