uncoiled, like spent rope
bruised skin a palimpsest of pleasure/pain...
Beyond fringe groups
kissing lessons, spinning together
a hot tub of blue stuff against brown clouds...
Fat grown-ups who can't ride, sit
beneath a statue of a small boy who smelt of mist...
red carpet, late arrival
she wondered then, one thick calf complete
if worrying affected her performance...
if my cat had wings
If my cat had wings, and paws that could open door handles ...