Ginyu 6

April 12, 2019 § Leave a comment

 

soaking in the jar for three days the beans are pink and ready to split

 

my face is a trapdoor spider candy foil floats along the dark train floor

 

“aren’t all prophesies self-fulfilling?” sugar written in spanish

 

for just a moment my sense of smell returns the bewildered elms

 

feeling a bee the coins in my hand flash in the sun

 

 

Chris Gordon

March 20, 2000

 

 

 

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