Friend, twist me and pull
help pick the girlfruit, soursweet,
from a bad tree.
Imagine how it feels,
suddenly, I saw the free fall leaf as an elegant bomb
like half a mouth above rising water.
Think of me, the terror sun,
I can’t stop, I’ll go raving on
at the tender idea of two.
Maybe I am dumb as a cloudless sky,
coiled up, they can hardly tell I am alive,
hugging on a black pulsing stone.