By Dave Bonta on July 31, 2024
Page 45 from Max Ernst's Une Semaine de Bonté
my inverse the tree dresses for a different
more delectable sun its gender is dioecious
its sexual partners are six- legged and winged
its holes hold birds' eggs for the snake smooth and warm as coins
disappearing into that snakeskin purse
what can it have to teach it stays naked all winter
superficiality proliferates blank and green
the light transfigured into moving shadows
and thinner than a wire-worm the first filament of rot creeps in
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