Profound reorderer of reality, naked you
Ate an apple held by your own tits
While wearing a hair net. Next time
Be a female nude and eat the pears
Right out of one of Picasso’s
Papier collé just to hum a sound
Sweet enough
Believe in all possibilities—
But the horses of the Spanish Civil War
But the coup d'état, the outbreak
But the prophet and conflict and genitals
But there are faces seen in ice cubes melting
In glasses unattended, the vanishing dead
— Ashleigh Allen