Have you not touched your body in so long
that you forgot the
jellyfish quality of kneecaps
and the way they freely slide?
Have you not felt in years
your thigh and shin, smoothly sealed?
The constancy across your face hides
the moist miracle of your Portobello stems.
The depth of your gaze has rendered you blind
to your very own Southern hemisphere.
I see you kneeling in the dirt of loam
picking heirloom tomatoes-
from the neighbor’s vines.
Coalescing with earth, your
bare knees on the inside, slide.
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