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.
Thursday, January 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: eating,flowers,running,sex
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