Carrot Sticks
Never the color
associated
press
juice of deflated
sea grains tasting
sun sky combs
brushing through clouds
in lengthy orange cubes
between teeth they
crunch smack snap in
cheek pockets
cozy cots of skin
line up horizontal bunks
on a tray for dipping
morsels or muscles
into muscles or morsels
out of the dark velvet ground
out of the cool dip of soil
out of what has now caved in
now nestled anew
your taproots twitch in slumber after
in a belly bed bruised with pillows
under a sky of intestines
stomachscapes of inflorescent fields
are you red or purple
are your petals budding white
will dreams be crispy
bundles of pollen
we will not know
till the morning up
by inedible yawning
by constant greens
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