Blood Root

Blood blossoms burst

forth in war zones

as roots stretch deep.

I feel them when we fight

and I want to burn your tongue

black with hot rock

rather than hear

words opposing mine;

engorged roots strike through limbs—

my hand, your face.

Thank you to the editors of Hard Love for first publishing this poem.

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