Dark-pulped when sweet,
prepared to stain your mouth—
Lift the membranes
crossing this moon-
shaped face and pull
the sections loose:
storm the little turret where
my half-blood tides reside.
[LAG-other-response date=”05 02 2014″ url=”https://www.vianegativa.us/2014/05/blood-moon/” title=”Via Negativa: Blood Moon”]