Rocking Chair

Sometimes ghosts visit me in the night

They can be flourescent yellow

But if my head is clear

They are black and white

Rocking helps me feel safe

I like to go to a dark place

Wrap myself up and listen to bird song.

Bare

We look out the window

There is an asymmetry in being nothing

A bare tree

Where apples drop and swing

Is a place for us to be

I wonder where we belong

She giggles

Here

There

In the sky

Deep at the bottom of the sea

Playing hide and seek

With the bees

She licks her fingers

Traces the sticky back

Sometimes going backwards

Is the only way to see

Unpick the cravings

Bury the clues

Trace an outline of where it is safe to be

In our cosmos

A shining dot 

Sweet as stars and honey

We look out the window

There is an asymmetry in being nothing

A beautiful bare tree.

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Bug

Our dreams fall like stones

Broken countries

Bleeding down the window

Mixing with the bugs

And prayers

Alice hums a body and a bird

Chews her nails

I lie heavy

Seen but not heard

The sky is somewhere 

She whispers

We fall like soldiers

In the muddy brown night

I hold my head

Thoughts like fire

Storming in and out

You can survive

She pokes the bugs away

The pain can wait

For morning

Blank paper

Words

Every cloud is a door

If you so choose

She sits up properly

It’s like comparing apples and pears

I remember the puzzles

She giggles

I look at her

Face 

White

Like Rabbit

Like my face

Dropping like stones 

Carved up in the night

Alice hums a body and a bird

I lie heavy

Seen but not heard.

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Bowers

I tape the hinges

Curious she says

How some hinges can be fixed 

And others swing like bowers

She inhales

Sweet as tear drops

On a rainy afternoon

The light burns 

In the other room

We exist in darkness

Crawling with the bugs

In the darkest carpet fibres

They taste tangy 

She says

Licking her fingers

Their little legs

Pop like cherries

In your teeth

She giggles

I run my tongue around the lip

Of the cup

It is chipped

Dry

Broken

I think you need to take a leap

Move rooms

Understand light

Swing a little in the vapid

Make some noise

Learn to play

Weave bobbins and flowers

Climb the stars 

Wear daisies in your hair

When the fun stops 

Stop

Remember

She swings her feet

Happy 

I think

I tape the hinges

Curious she says

How some hinges can be fixed

And others swing like bowers.