Sunday, June 2, 2019

Kerri Shying R - 627 torn apart by crabs

I’m knitting mangroves    root by root   surviving
night and day    the inrush of the tides I’m
waterlogged I’m dry   I’m all the decades  of fringe sitting
knitting  and unwinding   telling    keeping secrets
all the worlds destined to wash up    this

kitchenette my laundry  torn apart by crabs

sluiced to sea    relying as I do on you   the moon
aiding and abetting   Sun   if they can prove it  
so many other crimes    I live between the heat the bats
 this under over     day and night    the leaves the
tips the roots the air the water   knitting    all the time

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