Slow talking, no tangled stems
Sharp thorns but
no flowers
Walking on sharp toes
Bob and weave, boxer with pigeon genes
(aren’t birds just tiny dinosaurs
v e l o c i r a p t o r c l a w s)
Velocity, move fast, eyes slow
Heat seeking missile in a tartan iris
Hands blinking
Space-filling-curves-in-the-sky
Sighs like avalanches
b o u l d e r s i n h e a v y l u n g s
closed teeth
Needles on the floor behind grey lips
Have you got thick souls?