My canary in a coal-
mine
own ear-
to-the-ground-
down
Foetus, scrunched up fist – making a fist
of
it ham-
fisted, rump, slab, grub
My warning-
note,
my flag-ship
bearing-
up
You bloat
like heart
stomach
like anger
corpse
eerie
ReplyDeleteI find any writing about the body fascinating, and this poem and set of images, moves me deeply.
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