Marcus Walton - FIXATING on the Wild Beauty of Strung Dried Peppers Hung by Don Garner’s Mom in their Kitchen

There are thirteen peppers that have been plucked from their vines
Red, orange, yellow, look like they're holding their breath
Strung on a line together
There are years unaccounted for, youths looked over, ignored
Lost performances of sweetness and heat, air and oil
Adhering seconds together
Oh the beauty of simply linked things
Crowns of clover, broken Christmas lights, costume wings
Green and gold, blue and white
When the tides carry it all away,
The water breaks everything down
Together
There's a womb growing, made of all our shared anger and despair
Where our skulls are conjoined, all the vast and unused bandwidth
Meadows of unopened blooms feeding on forgotten tombs
An old song that's never been sung, harmonies hung
On the collision of tongues
Making love, love making us
Making love, love unmaking us
Making love, love making us
Making love, love unmaking us
Together

Written by:
Marcus Walton

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