crunchy golden skin
fried and seasoned
free of imperfections from a
artificial periosteum.
the sky will fall tonight
tiny pendulum prisms
streaks across the sky
otherworldly wonders
tiny wishes
completely freed from my chains
spinal nerve roots
its trunk is fibrous
and it branches off
grounding itself like a tree
to transverse processes
its poison ivy vines
snaking down your stem
its veins decorating your vertebra
his voice is melting brown sugar
rough but soothing
and cheek wrinkling from its sweetness
it could spit out anything and you'd
listen, believe it
and this is dangerous but completely
wondrous.
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