In the pixelated forest

A familiar body emerges

Our gummy orange

Blistered      Lips chorale with


“My mouths are a dangerous place”

Concealed with venom

&      longing with

Vitamin C


Roots of Tartarus

Embedded with nicotine

Our gums

To roofs of rust

Serpenting past

The yellowish-white horizons

Always bleeding.


© A.R. Minhas 2016

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