How heavy, to carry a whole apple in one's eye.
My stomach holds,
maybe, some broth
if I am especially nice today.
Feet, a bit of smudged paint (but
only for a while) stems, an etching
of black,
only shades,
misbehaving deer eyes,
they above all will not cut it out.
How did this body become a drooping sunflower?
An oozing sapling? Who are all these shades, with loud buckets,
and what do they want with such young amber?
Syrup-maker, wedding baker, you succulent
succulent protector: tell me how you hold so
many sugar stones. Things are so tender am I
too tender to