PEAR DUSTED WITH CINNAMON

George Mason University

I know skin you’re pearly yellowthis is ripeness in the crease of my palm, you echo curves of the moon you’ve never claimed to be something it’s something to be alive it’s something to be whole I raise a sword announcing a delicate pierce you blush seeds and they emerge by themselves the air reveals your dewy finish with an incision, you are open for a moment, silence is four slices for stillness

you gasp it’s a powder you cough it’s dark under a dusty veil you choke it’s what

I call fruitful conversation