I Peel the Garlic

I Peel The Garlic and think of skin pale and open and wanting, like yours. Mine the color of cherries languid and sea-varnished. Its thin veneer heals each night like Prometheus, his eagle greets me again at dawn with a talon tear. I peel the garlic the static crackle recalls your savage wail roaring mythical like a beast cut down, chained and haunted your fire doused in grief, even lemons can’t hide the coppery smell the cindered flesh. I peel the garlic the papery petals scratch, tear like stridulous insects cocoon casings upturned panicked paper boats uncertain of rescue. Garlic is an ancient and bulbous vegetable. Allium flower sweet and seductive, It won’t grow separated for long. leave

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