underneath the running faucet,
she held the universe-
to invent flesh:
warm breasts,
a patch of seaweed,
a seashell in the hollowness
she held her bones
against the emptiness
to dissolve quietly,
lapping persona
from her hands,
craving flesh
and flower,
a white orchid blossoms
beside the urinal-
like soft flesh melting
beside her ashcan harbor,
flowers from an ashtray bloom
beside the swan wrapped in cellophane,
and like darkness tortures a flower,
treetops sway and then nothing
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