Anunnaki

 it's because someone once called me "darling"
and the tip of the word slides down my breast
like a rogue tongue,
i am condemned to remember
how sweet the aftertaste--
what can never be forgiven
for i know the fruit
and it is good

it's because the light hits my window just so
in the early morning
and now
the Dahlias bloom, head as
large as any man's

i am a fissure of earth,
nothing escapes my light


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