a poem a day by A.J.Rao


He sees himself in all things
Himself the thing of present
The time that sloshes in him
Is grape juice flowing inside
Black grape’s bursting flesh.

World is much in a stomach
With toe-prints on his sand
The stubble on two day chin
Inner laughter sprinkle-dried,
A body dance- baby gurgling
A discovery of mother nipple.

Liquid is his night like mom
And it was in her stomach’s
Emerald aqua he had floated ,
The soft death he embraced,
A death that preceded birth.

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