untitled (red)

i dream of a red river sometimes
red like hibiscus petals  
floral vein of the world  
  
dragging the knife  
making the hairline wound
the venetian red  
the pulsating ebb  
   
we are made of epitaphs  
   
we develop hands for throats  
we develop eyes for stalking  
   
how the human body outgrows the appendix  
how the human body outgrows the soul