My Head
It was at that time I took off my head…
(Dead marigold head popped grow new)
My head
Rolled down through the brown weeds
Into thicket
A bowling ball gaining momentum…
The sun was eating the sky
…
Dusk unfolded like worn blankets
My head
Snapped still like the cold it rested under leaves
Turning - came face to face
With small eyes, irises of ink
New mucous welling on top of the cheeks
Features formed in placenta
Losing my head and all
She couldn’t see
Where my body was…left (where? Oh dear!)
She doesn’t know about the heart ripped, seared into my left thigh
Anchor
Suffering only I could own
(Conversations with him no one can hear)
At night I dream of baby squid dodging harpoons |