sylvia and a bowl of fruit

[rexregina]

sylvia

of apple cores
of bones
of empty seed pods, the prickly kind.
the prodigy
turn on the burner and close all of the doors.
the bell jar lifts and i stand, exposed.
craving those pages that were sewn to my eyelids, stitched across my teeth.
your teeth bite on dirt and lick the gook below the pavement,
your bones wriggle with tectonic plates.
and i ache.

a bowl of fruit

your belly swells...
you reach for your fertile hips, your dainty waist, your ribs,
and you feel your belly swell, a bowl of fruit, a cherry, a plum, a tangerine, an orange, a grapefruit, a honeydew and then a watermelon.
your belly swells, your belly button pops you pop like a balloon you pop, you deflate.
you deflate: you sag, your breasts sag unevenly like sandbags, your face sags, your tattoo warps and stretches.
you inflate and deflate like a hot air balloon, like a circus freak, like an opera singer, like a body builder, like a balloon, your belly swells.
your belly swells, your belly swells, your belly swells and swells.
you reach for your dainty waist.