Instead of understandable thorns
it has these little water pouches
hanging all over it
like the hundred breasts of Artemis
shocking at first
how fire and water have worked
on such formulations
all the dead ends
that culminate in human skin
on human flesh
the strange beauty
of having been broken
into separate things
as if we were against love
literally and ecstatically.
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