There’s a hiss as he eases himself in
to the green pool, steam in his smoky hair.

It’s forbidden to call it war.
We’re here to liberate you;
ignore the glide bombs as they roar.

You and I sit
facing each other
in dialogue
across the table

Imagine a spring day drawing out possibilities
the newness of life, sisters in long skirts digging
tangled ground, breaking bones and loam wild

Newton didn’t discover gravity
The apple did.

the window is a derivative landscape
painting: streaks of blue for a sky,

With the completion of mindset
my life is in order, two weeks after
the day before.

Those times my tongue becomes a lemon
filling my mouth with bitter pith

I hide a knife amongst a bush longing to burn,
days like these are plots from a heathen’s bible.