in
ja-
nu-
ary you
deflect
summer in
your shadow i
lay and the n-
oontide sun
grows cold &
blue lie with
me for one s- you
econd one shelter
arm one leg in my room
one arm one hum into me in these white
leg birds walls im amazed at how the sound
only in is like wind like terror like being
the out- swallowed by a knot of current before
side drifting and recognising the path
only drifting and recognising still waters
over- drinking and recognising how the
head tongue has grown sweet
the window throbs oh
its a sparrow
beating into
the glass the l-
attice gasps and
you quiet its t-
error with a cur-
tain why does it
seek our quiet in-
terior as if
outside is
a cage?

you
wonder but i think of
when you found me nude around
pulled alive by clots of wind- my hands the
fall and asked why did i not cut leaf’s
see fine bones
you be- throbbed
fore water
? but the question i
ached with was why did
you look away? another
me drifts

its
body
to the
glass
and watches
how the
room cleans
my plumage
it sees how small
walls soften my body and
seeks the
inside wishing
it could

also
meet that quiet as it
cuts glass how it cuts
raw the open blue wishes it too
could be edgeless it too could
no longer
live a
blade