as he talks he blinks
the eyelashes touch the soft slope
above the cheekbone
and yet again
— oh not again! —
i’m lava from womb to larynx
An earlier version of this poem was published in Poetry for Public Transport
Proximity: the poet Jackson. Get uncomfortably close.
as he talks he blinks
the eyelashes touch the soft slope
above the cheekbone
and yet again
— oh not again! —
i’m lava from womb to larynx