PENKNIFE

i don’t mind but you mound
when i dug for truth and i found
a hidden pyramid
a pyramid all hid
poking up through the ground
to my right is the shore
i looked left and i saw
a volcano with a
smoke halo
and a red hot chilli hot core
a yellow daffodil
splattered in blood
a field in france
puddled in mud
a warm green sea
a floating breath
swinging hamaca;
pregnant death

i told my friend about my dream, and it was about pregnant death. i didn’t know what it meant, but i woke up with this phrase in my mind: pregnant death.
really? he said. that’s wierd. my sister just had a miscarriage back in england...

this was standard kind of mexican magic that i came to accept.