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you ask for onions & strawberries — our #ngers porous handle the cast iron warm you ask for children and the goddess leaves us fool’s gold —
I dig a hole and bury myself, the glint under my tongue
I dig some more — and when there's a bit more I dig some more, where there's a bit more
You're so funny that I cry and bury myself —
I dig a hole and bury myself, the glint under my tongue
I dig some more and, when there's a bit more
I dig my #ngers,
I dig my #ngers until the nail separates— a fulcrum that makes me laugh & swallow
the glint under my tongue
into bellies warmth
