Movement

An open cottage window

white linen in sunshine

a tickling breeze

& Easter grass beyond.

Silver haired

wet faced

wrinkled knuckles as

silver lockets.

Acid shivers

through my humerus.

Mirrored oiled carapace

on six barbed legs

long grain Jasmine larvae

& sustained frequency.

I'm coming home

but I don't live here.

Toe bloodied

through a summer sheet.

A selfless grin.

Did you see me lying naked in Death Valley?

I'm misusing my limbs.

Smell of impatient sweat.

Useless as an office chair.

Abandoned stone

& orchards

& strays

in poppy fields.

Yellow grass.

I loved hanging from your limbs.