If You Are Not Careful

Cacti calculate incalculable records of sand.

You hold my hand.

The rocks wear red,

the nation of vegetation wears tan

like the leather journal I write all my mud sonnets in.

If you are not careful I will cook for you.

Do you quiver at the thought of me,

fire in one hand sacrifice in the other,

learning to sew?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.