at grandmother’s house, watching
sliced-open figs
plump, ooze fertile seeds and sugar
self-medicating: sage parsley ginger
boiled, burning, taste of root-flesh tattooed
along esophagus, abdominal knots
shifting shape, kaleidoscope, always
heavy, bright pomegranates
their husks nothing but fists
filled with blood the figs
placentas undone, the cats clawing
the trash bags
screaming in the night