Becoming
You have ripened—
So unexpectedly,
So languidly.
Since the cold September,
that birthed your new tongue.
You.
Figs swollen past sweetness,
your skin splits, seeds spill,
and scatter,
into stark outlines
Of becoming.
You have ripened—
So unexpectedly,
So languidly.
Since the cold September,
that birthed your new tongue.
You.
Figs swollen past sweetness,
your skin splits, seeds spill,
and scatter,
into stark outlines
Of becoming.