Gravity weighs down on me
Heavier than yesterday
On this 98º afternoon
The fleshy sun pushes
My shoulders towards dry
Earth thwarting greater
Than last night
I ate the officers
Radish bitter message
A scorching heat
Wave of mortality
Trickled down my throat
I still taste
The cancer I digested
The hollowed out ovaries
Swallowed skin of the fruit
And all
Gravity caved in
The arctic middle –
The fleshy pomegranate core
Seeded and scarlet
Wounded, no less
She collapsed from the meaty pressure
Folded in on herself
And left me sweating on this
Hellish hot earth without
Any sweet relief
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