• All In Red for Summer Cherries
• my fists gripped kindness
• in a rocky stream of dynasties declining
• to my family of origin
• forest heat was all i felt
• inside the mountain, sightless
• caught vibrations in a beehive
• radiate boredom beneath kitschy hats
• and oily almonds
• in the center of my second finger
• i receive teachings of groundwater
• worshippers of goddesses
• and half-first-cousins
• rolling corrupt and outraged
• into the rapture of a chasm