Anything Too Sweet

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Now,
We peel back our rotting skins
Like grounded tangerines.
We echo smiles through
Wind-tunnel mouths
Moved by pared lips.

Would Moses part the Red Sea
If he had been privileged to
A preview of the Promised Land?
What is a land flowing
With milk and honey to a cow
or a bee allergic to
Anything too sweet.

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