I’ve harbored a ship filled with the ghosts of those who ate foxglove….

The ghosts of love-pirates…. of love-vigilantes who’ve bartered and stolen away…. what they thought were treasures…. of the world…

… Rubies…. gold meant to be melted down with the heart’s alchemy…. in purity…..

… In purity they watched–gobbled up the stars…. gobbled up the stars in hoping…  gobbled them up with their mouths wide open in prayer

Swallowed the lovely… took precious petal with it’s fuzz… soft and spotted speared with stamen…. spilled down their throats…….

And they shook

Clutched chests…. shirt cloths wrinkled… gripped….. squeezed shut eyes and realized….

That what they’d eaten…. the edible flower…. was not love…. but their own murder…..

And so….

My cage… my craggy rib cage harbor…. bones cracking…. spare and splintered branches do they stretch and break apart…. snap over the current and under…..

And the ship in mists…. masts rising…sets forth from it’s haunted harbor…and the ghosts they do ascend

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