”
A touch as bold as rum and peppermint.
Chewing gum and whelks. A whiff
of diesel, crocus, cuckoo spit.
to
Your body will give way like grain,
your body will veer
smoke over a torched field
as the wind takes and turns it.
And a closing couplet whose con and pro take their time to balance and sink in:
By this are we bound.
No paperwork.”
“
—Lavinia Greenlaw.
