BIG JUICE

EE434888-83F2-42E2-91C3-D5C07524A6D2The world is leaking circles again.
It never stopped.

At dawn you find yourself filling
with juice
and your flesh will have to expand.

It’s tight in there.

So deliciously tight it hurts with pleasure.

Your edges want to feel the kiss of the wind
and be eaten by the next set of lips passing by.

This is the order of things:
Death. Sun. Juice. Circle. Life.

That is a story for the mind.

First fruit whispers: Start
where you are

and Stretch into the circle
the Big Juice is trying to be
through you.

That is a story for the soul.

The World is Leaking Circles

plumThe world is leaking circles.

Again—It never stopped.

At dawn you find yourself filling with juice

and your flesh will have to expand.

It’s tight in there.

So deliciously tight it hurts with pleasure.

The edges want to feel the kiss of the wind

and be eaten by the winged ones.

This is the order of things: Death. Sun. Juice. Circle. Life.

That is a story for the mind.

First fruit whispers: Start where you are

Stretch into the circle
the Big Juice is trying to be through you.

That is a story for the soul.

Persimmon Bread

IMG_7296‘Persimmons are my favorite fruit,”
she says.

they were nearing despair,
these pulpy persimmons
on the verge of bursting
all bright fleshiness

so they rescued them
with a spoon

and leavened it
into bread
as a midnight snack

“Bake for an hour,
or until a toothpick inserted comes out clean.”

They haven’t cooked anything
for a long time

And it rises,
holy patient bakers

They were impossible
orange hearts
suspended
from the bare skeleton tree
waiting for the pluck

It turned out well.

She gives him coconut oil
to accompany the bread,
soft and warm,
as he walks out into
the cold eve of Christmas

their eyes catching
the holiday lights stringing the night
in this neighborhood
of understated festivities