Frozen at the moment of inception
Cold beyond thinking
Father’s mother’s
Sister’s brother’s
Daughter’s
Son
Hips bones connected to the thighs
And the world keeps,
Feather mammy
Can’t keep still
Turning
Hammers knocking like a heart
On my ribs
Pulse thickening
Mind at a dead
Stop
Birds crackle overhead from
A sky electric
Grammar forms as ice
Rimed around my
Arms legs
The growl of a stomach outside
My door opens
And I walk through
My soul takes wind
I am born a loft
Perspectives clash lost in fog
Horns roar, I dance
Horns roar, I dance
My shoes don’t fit
Too well
One to ten counting quickly
Puts a finger on it
Chicken skin fits like shit
Red plumes and quills
Feathered
Shake a leg it won’t come off
Arms without bodies
Nothing to eat for days
Come in
Sit down
Working like a bee grown
Older than I’d care
Looking towards the sea
For something
To change
Writing into a corner cut
Off by letters
Feet out of control from
Warm applause I bow
Before you
Running up the mast
Like a flag I
Wave and wave
At where I think
You might be
Singing changes the mouth’s lines
And talking makes
Shapes in my back
Like chain links
And iron scales
Feather Mammy
Ran out
Of reasons
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