from WERE I ADAM, THE POEM I’D WRITE EVE - Bob Hicok


… how you are the beginning

of life as I know it, the going under

in small tufts and rivulets of spring,

the severings I’ve always loved

as seeds are the death of the apple

for now.

(Source: thevulgar, via roadsidelions)

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