Kidney Stone
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The fruit’s mud dribbles down my skin

Like the blood of a helpless

Animal.


I rest my knife upon its pit

Its soul used like a lever,

Sliceable.


Wedges form from its soft-haired flesh

In accordance with my will,

Pliable.


In the dull swish of steel through pulp

I recalled something holy,

Imaginal.


Back when


My trust


Was in


The Church


I would joke, the forbidden fruit must have been
A grapefruit

Since life was so bitter.


But now


I think


That when


Adam and Eve bit into that
fruit

Their teeth met the hard pit of a
nectarine




I suckle the blood off my claws.

Delicately pick up the

Stone.


Wondering t'ward the holiness

Of holding soul in hand. I

Atone,


For all that's left — pulp pit clasped

Putamen on keratin,

Alone.








And then I throw it in the compost.

Fuck you Stygian Blue I can do white text too!!!

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