Maple Leaf

23rdOct. × ’09

Cosmetic circles
make the middle of a tree.
A slice of my core
would reveal very strange shapes.

The amorphous heart
Right next to the rib cage
Is not its progeny
(mini-mes do not exist
inside of me).

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