We were eating these huge boiled flowers Poem by Lisa Robertson

We were eating these huge boiled flowers



We were eating these huge boiled flowers.
We were always running away from our bodies and then we weren't.
Mostly my sex was blind and stupid and this was a way to live.
The mystic, who's in love with time
eats an idealized meal.

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