where the skin grows thin a sharp moon pokes through bare branches
(First published in Heliosparrow.)
where the skin grows thin a sharp moon pokes through bare branches
(First published in Heliosparrow.)
when you tried to kiss that star and fell haltingly down to an earth full of vole tracks and pebbles left from the unending work of burrows your mouth burnt but with the promise of new tender skin you walk on
my skin stretches to meet itself over the ice caps
April
quiet the new green
stretches gropes
later blisters on the skin
but knows already
what it will
it starts to itch and
one drop clings
to the leaf the ground
takes it all in and
that dog
looking thin like the well
inside me that well
you know
because it gets under your skin and the others have left
waves break beneath my skin the beginning of fire
thin white skin of rain the puzzle back in the drawer