V Drank a Whole Bottle of Pom

Much like the pomegranate

you contain multitudes.

You laugh in morsels and

to love you is pyrrhic,

for in your hands is panacea

concinnated like pearls on a line.

You’re worth this night and each night —

with straight teeth

you tear apart the pulp of things.

A woman inheriting death

deserves first to taste life.

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