Here in an exercise in simile;
no metaphor to trick a root system
into the human heart and leave it budding,
blossoming, blowing there. Plain ‘like’ and ‘as’
debatable as she. She is, sharp as
an aftertaste of iron; and yet, at times,
dull as, ‘A living example of . . .’ She is
fucked ov…

Science Fiction to Superfiction