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