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Your words, bursting seeds
From plumpness of chillies
Cut-open, like lips.

Your words, how they burned!
Rising in seconds, sucking
Flavors of life.

But tonight, I’m an onion
Bruised deep in purples
Layered in my selves.

Yes tonight, I’m an onion.
If tears must be shed
Go sharpen that knife.

Oil’s hot and ready
I could use a swim —
Sliced up and salted
Think you might want in?

Onion, raw chillies —
I’ll toss an egg
Swimming, transforming
We’ll make an omelette.