Lying side by side, we are a Rorschach that won’t give up its secrets.

I ate the apple then picked out the seeds and swallowed them one by one.

The pomegranate had been sliced open; all I had to do was eat.

My dreams as heavy as oil; I wake up trying to remove the filth.

I sleep until ten: All the birds have stopped singing; sky full of pockets.

Seeds lay scattered on the sidewalk: a language we can read with our hands.