“…are eyelashes on a thumb
Dragged on someone else neck,
A walk under a vibrating bridge
by the passage of a train over it,
A sweet bone of a chicken
broken between jerks and anxiety,
An even clover in my garden at 6am,
A shooting star
waiting for a door to open for me,
A ladybug on my forearm
while I smoke on break,
A smoldering flame birthday candle
waiting for my air,
A pig's nose inhaling spring free wind.”
