They Will Sew the Blue Sail

Spore | Sophie Linden

and to think of the seed as just another

artifact of itself

off the fall,

the peach boys attached to their pit

neither of us knowing the feeling we belong to

the swearwords of a liver

unconscious in sound bites

a gift of music


from these intellectual property rights

in the lower abdomen

he branded his swell

of advice

caution tape traced in dandelion wind

a line between hoof and mouth