The Big Parts

The Big Parts

 

We sleep like beekeeping

the smoke of your breaths

hushes the sting of my darkness

soothing hums

you don’t avert your eyes

at my rolls of flesh

bold as a traffic accident

I am small in myself

but you find the big parts

taffy-stretch them out

until my laughter opens like

buck-toothed dahlias.

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