red pendulous breast


hardened into promise

in seed

curled green fetus

the cashew


longs for the sharp white teeth of girls

their tiny perfect tongues

licking its juice that

stains the white gowns

marks them with desire

as racing

nightdress sails

masted with slender sinewy

mahogany of limbs

lengthening into a future


they hurtle

toward the unfurl

in girl

SIGN UP FOR OUR NEWSLETTER. Get the weekly roundup from The Walrus, a collection of our best stories, delivered to your inbox. Learn More »

Elsewhere on