embryogenesis

[fleur_de_soleil]

i am tasting my world,
its fragments. i am consuming the dust around me, the grit of chalk
and sweet fruit poison of gasoline;

i eat my world so that you might,
also.
inhabiting the secretest of 
distributions. theoretical spaces.

you i grew;
red corded roots burrowing into my 
polluted front yard. a torn slurpee cup; cigarette butts.
the unsavoury clay of my people.

ripening on your greedy stalk, folding and folding.