Lunch Break Haiku
little bites of poetry
Sunday, December 9, 2012
(America bursts from your organs (in parts))
America bursts
from your organs, red, blue
I sip spiked tea.
You wash your hair smelling
wood smoke, flesh
I swallow an apple.
You gnaw on Christ's arm.
He pours red wine.
We feast.
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