Orchid
Orchid We were walking talking about how erotic certain flora were especially tropical fruits & so who wouldn’t see a mango as a woman’s breast and that stem end her areola her rough used-up nipple? To me that’s an intelligent design. To make a people crave the flaying & impetus of their own lips into the electric flesh & come away rashed ravished & having ravished. Take this lady slipper I say: look & see her rising up, hemlock/oak sprill & leaf skirt quieting all this time she spends in her cellar-dark conjuring sisters’ talk with urges with dormancy with aching complacency until the convocation stage is placed & made to wait until all the guest tickets checked are ushered to their rained-on seats. It’s as if so much waiting is so much life going by not being seen I mean heaps and heaps of life passed over and so what’s a fruit to do? Or an or...