MRI of a banana flower
it is exactly that—from the center plane
comes production, a genesis point, white as Vermeer’s sun
comes spiraling into spiraling; in one, the immediate effects
of entropy, in the other, a gradation leaning into fireworks—
the bulb in the center producing regiments of alien pods
stretched into skin, spouts cell walls in rapid motion,
total violence, the trillion-dollar effects of a banana:
Fibonacci’s exhale, matter spiraling in blurred though exact
rhythmic patterns, hot in the way I imagine the executioner’s blade
to be hot—the clean force of something’s imposition
upon nothing—exactly that, matter
tearing through negative space & so through itself,
that self-generative movement; the expansion of spheres;
a taketh away; blossoming at the touch;
time’s bellows in elliptical motion & phantom presence;
heat rescinding its offer to the black to be gone.
Teo Rivera lives and works in New York. He is a founding editor of Killing Fields Journal and makes robot drone music under the name Two Rivers.
