To hinge on steam or stem; bud beautiful, rich, carved and curling flesh.
We thought to make you, rubbed your surfaces with lemon.
A thistle, a bristle; a spiny diamond mine, my concave choke, my bladed crown.
The seed that bears thin hairs, a downy stone to pit against. Your enmity blossoms armadillo walls.
Art bred for spades, rich heart owed to cultivation, to blazing patina, to vegetable sweat.
Cradled in a metal colander your rumor spreads its tendrils and buttered husks collect themselves.
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