Breadcrumb #623

JAMIE PEREZ

All the blackberries in all the caves
All the blackberry-spit on hottest days
All the seeds in love with all the dirt
And all the growing grown

A scream of sunlight meets your hushest hush
And I’m making breakfast potatoes
Edges, onions, elements hold
Roast for roast for roast

Like blood in the sink on such a Winter’s day

No, no, I mean like respite

I mean like Sunday and sky-high buildings with climate control

All the all we mean it
All the best intentions
All the bruising fruit
All the best, all the best

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