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Let my body be consumed by thousands of flowers
voracious as hounds.
I have seen fields of these in my dreams,
so I know they are real
though I do not recall the stamens' shape
or the smell in the bulb.

I have become a mask of sand
and need to be rejuvenated
by lever or starlight.

Thrust your weedy roots into me
to force out the roosting scream
and turn the essential blood into a geyser
erupting from breathing rock.

Can you tell the difference between me and the moss?
I have teeth green from lying in the sun,
and a soft fuzz covers my body.

I call myself not by the name of what I am
but rather by the name of the beast
I wish to be.