Morning Glories

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Slack-throat

dank-skinned

lips sewn shut


a slew of them

hang on the eastern fence:


handkerchiefs twisted in denial,

love letters wrung into a wad,

wizened breasts.


Each belly hugs its seeds

like gallstones. Dead birds' eyes.


Tasted, those seeds would spring

a bursting inflorescence on the brain,

one singe of sun.


I strip, sow them all,

myself tangled upon their rack:


flute-throat

velvet-skinned

taut for the spoiling.

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Kristin Camitta Zimet is the author of a collection of poems, Take in My Arms the Dark. Read more.


"Morning Glories" was first published in her poetry collection Take in My Arms the Dark. Permission granted by the author.

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