Sex With Trees and Other Things Equally Responsive Rebecca Lu Kiernan

If You Think With Blood

If you think with blood then life is a drumbeat
Prowl of war and sacrifice, injury, healing.
A jungle road paved with snake fangs, wolf
Bones, skid marks where cheetahs
Have turned on a dime.

Put your ear to the ground and you can hear
The collective heartbeat of tarantulas
Motionless under pillows, riding in pockets,
Fruit bats penetrating pears, house cats
Caught in rabbit traps.

If the road to your house began to crumble
I would crawl to the deepest fissure,
Spill down every crevice, into every molecule
Being absorbed by one man,
Fractured by another.

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