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Gabrielle Alcazaren Poem
Coffeeblood castings surface
Earthworms rip through trenches
Tangleweeds tug at my limbs
Twisting ferns rake through my hair
As spikes of foxglove ready a violet strangle
The sun itself is fixing to swallow me up
Its incisors cutting through the sweet dream sky
Grass wet with venom spit
The vapors rise to sting my eyes
Red and yellow seeps through thin skin
Sweat, the traitor, dares to join with soil
Morning is the enemy.
Copyright © Gabrielle Alcazaren | Year Posted 2011
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Gabrielle Alcazaren Poem
Following the food truck trend,
Peruvian fare:
Beef, chorizo, hot dog, eggs
crushing the limp bun—
one “superburger,”
carne clogged.
Split.
Copyright © Gabrielle Alcazaren | Year Posted 2011
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