Musing No.4

I am shaped like bones

I am shaped like a knife wound

I am shaped like the chime and the stir of a trumpet at the back of the hall

I am shaped like hot chocolate at 4 o’clock on a bleeding day like 30 day old syrup

I am shaped like a bottle of wine huddled in the corner with a glass of vodka like a filthy meadow covered in buttercups and poppies swimming with insects and birds

I am shaped like a breaking branch a smiling river iron red in the sunset beneath the trees

And in all these things

I hope you find me



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