discovery begins in


flower petals; swollen



bruising themselves until they moan. Stained


sky like clouds of blood and succulent



terror. Poetry exercises


the in between but



space neglects to exist, skin


begets skin. contact



connection, harmony: we preach, disguising


only desire. Molecules bounce



like dragonflies of azure among matter.


Matters. The grapeskin of earlobes, muttered and breathing



distances forlorn and burst


with heartbeat. The edges of things




Tiffany McFarlane--Copy of cloudberries_

© 2020 Orris Root

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