Your eyes trap water –

tough like the skin of an apple.

Digging for thoughts,

boning a carcass;

excavating innards and sawing through the woods of time lost.


You circle me like prey; bare feet digging

in the dirt raising billows of dust –

potato-skinned heels clawing at the earth

like you’re looking for something precious.


Swimming through a humid silence with locked fists,

the aperture of your eyes slit with complaint,

my brain, a rippled knot of muscle peeled away by a brush of wind

as rolling heat clots my hair, salting my scalp.

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