cucumbers (remembering gertrude stein)

opening eyes, the green, the pale, the white, juice running, every breath a choice of salt and paper.

little dots of grey, spicy, too fragrant, the water transformed, waiting, passing by, consumed by attraction.

flurry of packing, slashing, knife clacking, broken china, sweep, sweep, change, vinegar in the air, the smell of dill.

the cool dream, the undisturbed, returning to the beginnings, green upon pale, dark stains all over, relief of taste, moment of rest,

and a sandwich.

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