this outta me in the brilliant Hard Femme Poetics class I'm taking with Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha... xoxoxox
femme has already bloomed
boldly to the sun
finds rest in the wilt
knowledge in decomposing
desire fermenting the air
beneath apple trees
beneath apple trees
fruit all over the ground
teeming
stumbling over ripe seed
dropped
toxic, reeking and gorgeous
bees gather just above the loam
hum a thick chorus of devotion
femme moves my tongue
roams my mouth habitually counting teeth
pushing up against them
checking their grip
finds rest in the sum of parts
femme counts teeth like loose change
blooms at moonrise
ripens in the dappled light
on soft ground
femme
swallows whole.