around the railed wood glass box
he walks
and stops
at the window
to be framed.
we meet
we meet
not where we are
but in the distortion of light bent
by old glass
stars
stars are only holes in the sky
where earth rubbed heaven raw
eyes
when I close my eyes
I like to think
my face is safe
what does it mean
what does it mean
when you walk
from the window
to an all-walled room
look at the clock
to tell you
when
the sun sets?
19
19 nails in holes of sun
pin it to the panoramic backdrop
every year I pound
another hole to hold it there
it fills
with holes
the nails
are lost
in space.
sky and sea
sky is vermilion
spotted with patchwork watermelons
cracking like clouds
spilling crystal seeds
to feed earth.
sea is yellow
and sings like bees
in honey tones.
you
you have the lust for beauty
that steals flowers
from graves
you can take back
your second-hand time
but I'll rob the hour
you held my hand.
orange
on a sunny day
peel it
watch its pores pop
and spray fragrantly
separate section by section
peel again
the thinner skin
see how complete
each piece is
and the pieces in the piece
are shiny and full
its blood breaks
five thousand times
on your tongue
taste
the orange
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