peacock seed i was small when i planted the iridescent boy in the back of my throat & walked around like a jar of jam. everything sweet has been boiled by sun or by fire. in the fields we would work for hours harvesting tomatos. they are the shape a heart should be. roma, heirloom, cherry. from the dirt, i collected feathers too. they were palm branches. lay me down. a divine is coming in the form of hair. there is no other body like mine. i flock & fallen & fallow. deer watch as we work waiting to become skulls. boys like me are all teeth & then none. we have & are harvested. make blue of our star.