Julie McElhone #16 Self Preservation

It goes like this 

the line of my hourglass

or a day in my cycle 

where I join up

I work like light;work across objects

take out or ignore what doesn’t make sense

so it does

I’m busy spinning in lines

and signs I long for lyric 

to write me off

tattooed in feather-light

sentiment

to flutter all over 

the sheet that I’m under

less obvious in a crowd