the rind is the fruit’s obituary, composed ahead of its death
to open communication the way of kimchi
between the gut and the brain
microorganisms disrupting
the individual’s fiction yet again
how often the fact becomes the metaphor
that flaunts its veneer of sturdiness
what one might not undermind
undermine the femur on this leg of thought
still with room to lengthen
the word seduces the letter from its alphabet
builds a landscape out of a typeface’s anatomy
limiting ascenders limiting ascendence
the word tethered to domination
later we’ll travel to see sea wrack
gathered like underwire at the base of the mounds
of sand sea wrack for the shore’s rack
ha as laughter continues to write the biography
(biographeme) of a face
still they had become abbreviations
of themselves
orange rind in an orange mug