She said...

After the potatoes were peeled          
she knelt down at dusk to binge          
where even shadows  sleep          
caught in a small nap            
between shift of bird          
shift of meat, shift of orb          
           
She let the water divide            
let one leg go east            
while the other stayed to play          
one hand gripping her thigh        
the other's fingers      
magnetized ...         
           
She said if only she knew          
where the old pumpkin grave was          
where Handsome danced            
and the danger of musk settling            
in the laundry hamper            
where the evening mouse            
takes up residence          
           
She'd write the music           
                
Even the pretty rodent sleeps safely
nestled in his shirt away
from the cats circling the wicker
basket, sniffing through the material          
           
There's always a danger with Honesty          
licking Purity's clitoris          
the strength of the labia waning            
with each lapped taste            
wanting more Truth    
           
It's the pulsing of the very cave            
the rising tide filling the entrance          
and him never seeing her this way            
     
But she doesn't want to see him hungry  
her meals are getting bigger  
Words stuffed with carbohydrates  
glutten expanding the epidermis  
   
Both kneeling and getting fat      
Swollen water dividing them          
           
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