Ode


Of soap

to take a closer look,

of socks

that she knit with her

systematized:

when i was young

looking like

birds, or

now a worn

sewing box,

by man’s

most ancient hand,

most vital disk,

planet and planetarium:

in your likeness

and image:

of my praise

i want to fill

from flour,

water

put on its warrior suit

and straightbacked, built

your beauty assembled

petal by petal

tomatoes everywhere,

in summer.

oil

is the world’s

pleasure…

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