Lucy Alexander #24 Detritus #2

clouds like cheese

the sky the perfect flying blue

the exact shape of nothing

wing measurements

and the detritus of spring

can’t stretch to

shape the barometric pressure

is rising

king of the whole damn dome of it

swollen with warmth

with the certainty of song

king of the signals

the queues

the clouds

are stretch marks

taut like eggshells

there is only one

place high enough

reptile eyes follow his swoop to it

the ground is beneath him

he is riding on the horns of the beast