Hunger is a season between the mouth's blossoming and the ripening of fruit.
Butterflies dance in the stomach of the forest, nibbling away at the raw, green light.
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax -- Of cabbages -- and kings -- And why the sea is boiling hot -- And whether pigs have wings.
2 comments:
I love it :)
spring in the stomach...
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