1/25/2021

Witch’s Butter


It’s that bright orange 

festoon of caviar 

growing ever larger

on the rotting trunk

until you stuff 

the whole of it

into your mouth

and finally feel 

the urge to stop 

talking about winter.


[LSS, 1/25/21] 

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