Rachael Lowe


Butterfly Wings

(a swollen fruit) unburdening from the navel a thick fragrant stem freshly licked with blood embossing a membranous twist of veins round and around and up reaching a conclusion in the palm of my hand. In the palm of my hand it is levitating and it is shimmering in emerald and emerging is a heart and a pair of lungs and other vitals
(where you lie)
(where you sleep)
(where you love)
where you love becoming peachy flesh with red lips curling into a wide smile because butterflies with magni

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