The Avoidance of Photosynthesis.

Melissa Coyle


the whole room went up in sex

as you entered the party

the petals of all the plants contorted

into your sun core

eclipsing your pistil


& I sulked like a hairy weed

down in a cement guillotine

stuffing wads of pollen dust

into my pockets.


I wilted in desire

for your phases.


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