BOTANICA
08.06.19.
fig love
the type that tendrils
ripe for the picking its
short of a death trap
carnivorous without a badge
there’s nothing digestive about that
only lust that kills and
brings life
plump full fig wasp
what it feels to be made
to die inside that which you love most
let them judge you – i for one know there’s more sting to a bite than venom
we know rejoice-cracked knuckles
build houses more often than they tear them down