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we reach through her stomach
in search of pearls
she shakes and swallows
her milksweet spit
with numb lips,
swollen and sullen
and suffering blue,
growing flowery
in her fleshy eye sockets,
marrow jelly
and roundly fingertips
she peels the petals of her skin away
and reveals gaping pomegranate
anatomy
traps flies there, where they stick,
metastasize, grow fresh white worms
like
young roots, she grows
tall and leafy and
ungodly green,
and laughs broken jam jars
slick with ice cream sick with spices
she is sugary and sweaty and
untied ribbon-
weak muscles
juice box heart
and candied-shut jaws
cracked-open jewel-
case head
we mine for sticky seed ore and
white grape clusters of
shining maggot eggs
in her chest
suck on her rinds and
dislocate her eyes
she claws at the gape in her stomach
letting infants
chew white flesh with milkteeth
they make the sounds of
curdling
speaking and gurgling nothings
so they pour out—twelve
in all, pink and wrinkled
as roses
her twisting hair
blindfolds her and closes her mouth
children with soft
newborn skulls and
ripe flower oil,
children gasp and grasp for her ringed fingers
and suckle on them for dandelion milk
from the tips
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