Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Monday, July 29, 2013

blood egg

It only hurts at first.
Look--
the stars still wheel,
and you are still here, miles beneath them, like before.

To be consumed, whether by rapture or dumb beasts,
is the opening of the blood egg.
Thank the tooth or the jagged shell edge
that teaches you this sudden language of ascent.
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9 comments:

  1. Sudden language of ascent!

    Yes!



    ALOHA from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral
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  2. Yummy - I'll stick with a poached egg for now. That pic is too awesome

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  3. "...this sudden language of ascent" is a brilliant line, as usual.

    (The photo is striking as well.)

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  4. yup, that last line is brilliant.

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  5. For some reason this made me think of the native american burial custom of exposing the dead on a platform open to the sky...one of the best short poems I've read in a long time.

    And that's it for the remaining hair--bald as a cueball now.

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  6. Like so many great events that teach the sudden language of ascent, it only hurts at first. This quietly self-assured, as I assume you are in real-life. Loved... Moskarino

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  7. That last line is really gorgeous, Shay.

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