you rise a witch bleeding gently in morning fanning flies from fruit
you slice an avocado open and spoon the pit out sprinkle sea salt and cayenne pepper
put a pot to boil on the stove
stuff sage and rosebud in a strainer
your hair is messy, eye boogers in the corners
you smell like a sleeping beauty who sweat
her kinks out in the second coming
like sticky dates in soiled hands
olive and enchanted
like bronzed blood panties
washed and hung from a clothesline midafternoon you are a wildflower just after a thunderstorm guava juice dripping on a chin
you are what is graceless
hardly regal before noon