09/13

 

Breaking open chestnuts with flip-flop feet 
And living in corn mazes alone.

What kind of a boy opens up chestnuts with his
feet-- hedgehog hairballs hurled from the throat
of trees-- lawn landmines to make martyrs 
of our soles-- follow my bloody foot
prints back to my room and I'll teach you
that loving starts in the bottoms of your
feet and follows to your knees-- bend for
me and I'll kiss you with briers in 
my hair-- would you 
bend tree arms for me-- break green necks
and bite the criss-crosses of sampling ribs? 
How many chestnuts would
you break with your flip flop feet to prove
your devotion to a goddex of bloody feet
and corn mazes? They have called me a Minotaur--
and feed me into the labyrinth-- only,
I was lost there too-- no one teaches
the Minotaur where to walk-- they tell
her she is mystic enough to eat men-- they
left me with only embracing corn walls 
and chestnuts in the path for food--
interrupted me in blood from the balls of my feet--
Would you break chestnuts in half? Could you feed me 
right like a man who scared of Minotaurs-- Scare of how
I could decide to devour him there in the 
corn maze-- with my flash light or with my 
mouth that eats chestnut thorns and pulls 
loose the corn husks like hair from the scalp
of a doll-- People weren't designed to
eat chestnuts-- God gave us pink lips
and peach skin. Skin that rots pacing in the corn maze
while skunk mouths keep vigil for our hips to
grow bruised and brown and oozing like 
a flashlight or a cut-heel.
They're searching for the pits-- they
will grow trees to get out of the maze- clamorous
climb past chestnuts to their escape from the walls
into a balmy September night that
only tastes slightly like open-chestnut 
autumn-- if you can kiss me like a Minotaur 
I could believe you-- I have enough chestnuts
what I need is someone to get lost
in a corn maze with-- get lost I said
and notice I never mentioned our exit--
the Minotaur doesn't leave the maze--
that's for the skunks and the boys who
measure love with number of chestnut
shells they've broke for you.  

 

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