ADAM’S APPLE
A new ridge
just there,
course
as rope.
A lid or lip
dozing, mute.
Numbness stitched
into chakra.
Oracle blind
to prophesy.
Scar that recalls
its surgery
with every sudden
swallow—
and the taboo
fruit,
its blight
and the bite taken.
and the bite taken.
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