Ruth

[the mingo]

Ruth

the i'm is all small is like
there must be a larger somewhere somewhere
the body's bones are a woman's ghost
with muscles
saw it from my window
this muscle
and i'm of out but
not empty of they
if you can't see
close your eyes until the darkness
astounds you with capacity
and you want to fuck it every bit
leaving puddles of sperm on & in
everything you pass
for the merchants to haggle over
& for the poor who come
to glean behind the reapers

[dadio]