pomegranate
I dreamed that I found a bowl of pomegranate soup and ate it.
A poem by Laurie Anderson:
two teeth.
two teeth have left a trace of pomegranate on my breast
when you still have none to sink into what is melting away.
A poem by Laurie Anderson:
two teeth.
two teeth have left a trace of pomegranate on my breast
when you still have none to sink into what is melting away.