Thermal Readings

By | 31 October 2021

i crush worm casts
toasted by the sun

hawks sense out body heat

not all places are heat traps

or weed entangled

not all are scorched by thermal readings

this neighbourhood lives amongst flaxes & manuka
& stories of a mother
defined by her children’s stars

the road is hard baked

an Appian Way
rutted by traffic

every day she stares from her window every day
worry her

they swarm & spin

& if i look
(as i should)

her existence relies on family
on tattoos etched into her flesh

i ask her

which placenta was buried first – under which tree

& do they remember

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