[ GRAPEFRUITS ]
and if we were to call you March 1980
that fourth Monday
will you know we’re asking silence
to find our teeth
drying on calendars pluck us
as if blossoms
don’t know grapefruits remind us of
grenades when dew
remembers night has time to name
what we call dirt
carpels burst rinds whisper in church
where walls are shells
shouting oceans suppose one seed
is a bullet
some kind of pearl swallowed by
an archbishop
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