every little

If the mountain had gone up her skirt
he had come back down to create a storm -
her body could manage,
and keep the pain within her
for a little longer

live with her and through her
til the physical sensation had passed
and she were light again

she had felt his violence
like a cowhorn riche,
from the beginning

from the way he
spoke

from his every response

Don't let anyone see me here please.

Back to the dog, the fridge, the apron.
Back to bike. Back to the boring manner in which you speak to me
about, my future
Back to boomtown, caravan, back to
every last
inch
of my endeavour
back to lessons, back to skinny
back to paper records
of a trip long passed
.................................

you said, its all smoke
come with me
.................................

but back to the big smoke
the very big smoke
of my endeavour

back to coffee morning
gallery entrance
running
by the canal
of my accident
.........................

back to -
'by the side of your lip'
I cowered
on your big shiny balcony
I cowered

Vineyard Philosophies
I will see you soon.