05 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

tvs and i were talking of the insides of food
made by a stranger, for money

there was a toenail inside

but who knows of intentions or accidents

 

05: suck myself out the heart i give it back

the places that sun cannot touch

moss along fingertips, lichen hair

we eat what grows without us

suck myself out the heart i give it back

for national poetry month, i’m working on a poetry series which is part of a larger project called “suck myself out the heart i give it back”

it is an art book project which combines poetry, found objects, and visual art

you can read more about it, or view the entire poetry series

 

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