Communion of the Coconut

by Emma Stout

You think that knowing
the velocity of the earth
will stop it from spinning.

And so, you write the formula
in your head
While hacking at the edges
While watching their heads
lift back a little too far

You hack and
you hack until
the knife is slippery with juice

Until even Orion notices
you’re not hacking
To find the center
To release the pressure

They stop laughing
when the spritz erupts
In a stunned silence,
they ignore the carnage

The bloodied skin.

They lift their arms in unison
Welcoming the mortal mess of earth
into their slow embrace

The bloodied skin
Communion of the Coconut