What we require
at the tips of tendrils
where she sticks her eggs
one at a time
decorating the vine
so death’s built-in
not an add-on
the ancient altars
kitchens where
the gods were cooked
all we’ve been eating
she thinks are different
flashes of light
some pushing day
some pushing night.
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