
“Blooming” by Deyanira Vielma
cherry pits
sinking
to
the
bottom
of porcelain.
little painful reminders
of the body as machine
as miracle
as menace
viscous in feeling
caliginous in [it’s] crimson;
a rite of passage.
like a heart attack — sharp, stabbing shocks.
a starting point.
a necessary exodus.
