form your mouth into the shape of something primitive, let the primordial ooze out--- the blue blood of a horseshoe crab pumping millions of years of truths the ash that coats a screaming mouth shaped like a horseshoe crab the insistence, the pa**ing--- hot honey down your shoulders, the sweet vomit of intensive labor you can still eat honey from a pharaoh's tomb taste the pa**age of time her hands in your hair rough & tumble a rugged face, stubbled tired but hungry more hungry than tired the cheekbone, the collarbone, the hip bone--- mortality pushing out from the inside maybe d**h is not something you let in but something you let out