I pearl a leaf’s bottom,
a marble drinking light,
hatch out minute,
green as the leaf I rest on,
devour, mixing its yellows
with my blood’s blue
to match this leaf,
the next, the next, eating
my way down stems,
no time to savor. Your fruits
are dreams. I’m my own
ballooning. I embody,
transform—goliath worm,
a giant, pliant,
undulant cigar.
I swell till you can’t miss
the white diagonal stripes,
red horns. Wait
for the day I don’t eat:
time for a spell in Hades,
playing dead. Know it
by the cord pulsing
down my back—my heart,
rising to light.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 20, Issue 3.
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