—after b.

first

see, rift ripe in the trunk body

a yonic yawn. eye walks

among the pecans and there

she is. tree woman crowning:

a golden egg, a pack of dogs

not pups, three frogs, three

snakes. a dank and spacious ark.

eye wanders through forest; eye

witnesses holy ejaculate,

orgasmic birth. conception

and child simultaneous. slippery

twins, absurd family fuckin’ tree!

slime-painted scales, skin,

and greened fur, also slimed.

second

mirror on a steely mountain

good rose, a new sun casts crystals

from cloud into cornea. eye is wet

with refraction; eye is flighty

from fear. rumble of thunder

friction of air, diffuse and dangerous

as a wall. in monsoon onset

eye confused storm for fire

and why: the way mist wisps smoke

from water, the envelope, the growl,

the melting of flesh.

first

from the cunt in the copse

a cascade of offspring, tumbling

and disparate siblings: seven stones

in slime, a swarm of moths unable

to fly, a bear cub, two porcupines,

a charred branch that goes on

for miles. eye should not have seen

but eye keeps seeing. and

in the afterbirth, my own face!