thirsty. girl.
drink drink
from the well
I’m keeping
stocked
be the pan
that holds
the egg
plop and sizzle
in my grip
grief is
the clean
look up
from the ditch
and smile
big teeth
scrub scrub
scar
ouch and a car
forgotten
in the basement
fingers groping
black night
and catching
soft soft
what is it
opening lids
on heart
how did you get there
baby baby
little babe
learn this texture
in the mouth
with taste
this face
is not my face
what is a face
but a holder
for thought
expression
in the finger
touch
wrinkle in
the brow
and silence
take a sip
of forgive
and Frida
exiting the blast
speckled in
gold. hold
a hurt in a glass
a prize bug
set free
where air
can give the lift
brace beneath
the skirt
i’m just a girl
with hurts
and errors
dig under
the lace
you’ll see
or press
thumb to eye
and feel
beat beat
that’s my pulse
bumping
in skin
most days
she wants to get out
and take shape
all her own
and I say
okay baby
just this once
watch her dance
climb back in
with ribs
and brother lung
tomorrow we do it again
pull a corner
from the wall
watch it
bloom
a tunnel
what if
we saw things
with our nipples
i just had that thought.
you can’t see me
but believe
i’m laughing
pain has made
it
all
funny
again
a crack
the smiling shark
who bites and farts
funny
watch the baby
as he step step
slides
have a laugh
it’s all funny
honey
you’re doing alright
you’re doing alright
you’re doing okay
you’re doing alright