Because you had the word placed
In the forehead of your
Facebook profile that morning
and because I had never
seen that word before
I found a picture
on-line
A nest of forgotten phalluses
Photosynthesized in an
Orphaned bouquet of spring
Wondering what the film of
This dilled botany feels like
as it enters your mouth
dripping between the
hyphen of your lips
And how after we spoke
I wanted to can the rich
Stream of your sentences
in a mason jar of acidic brine
preserving the Chlorophyll
of new beginnings
the fermented heart
salted and stowed in vinegar
so that you might devour it slowly
one esculent chomp at a time.
--for Carolina de Luca
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