blood, proof & the pudding
this is my centerpiece
cracks formed by deep roots
divisions forged and forgotten
without forgetting
that this something was precious
that this catastrophe came from seeking
nutrients in
water in
life in
love
i forgot my roots end
i forgot that
these cracks in my desert ground
these cracks in my darkly glass
these cracks in my warring worlds
they are evidence
i was here
i left my mark
because don’t you know
when you try to remember
you somehow know you’ve forgotten
how frightening
to forget without forgetting you forgot
self evidence
of that taproot beneath the cracks
and there—
what you see is what you get
don’t turn your gaze away
show me ur back
like the buddha would
trusted with the real and true
no need to check
the color of blood
as the tree of life always says
proof is in the pudding, dear