Ajar

i think a flower has crept out
of my body, outlived it.
softness stitches that slit
rolling moon down my shoulder.
roll a little longer, i implore
with the zeal of a water curtain
blurted endlessly out of a rock.
to relax: to be well-placed bloom.
from here life as a whole
might have been a stone
trained to tell flesh where to go.
mouths stagger above the bowl.
in the end it can be comforting for fruit
to replace fruit. hug me hug me
the leashed light keeps barking.

Nasim Luczaj