do not forget to laugh!
smiles stack like road miles past,
pastels and paintbrushes and love rushes,
scars, are better than men’s photographs
ten times ten their in degrees and screens.
‘slur, are you In love?’ they would ask,
amiInlove. plotting points wherethere is nogrid. she is.
she is no coordinates of parabola.
dinner burnt: shirts unmending: overspending:
smiles am i In love!
listen to her:
her body (already) bears the marks of time, stars, ,
throw yr five pedal flowers to the air
and punch the man who stares :
she is no picture;
she is no metered sonnet;
Hillsale, 2005. Self-published in Clay Eyes.