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?