ahead

A skinless lampshade
Damselfly wings brush past
The bulb may burn blind
Or not at all

An immersion
Into family soup
May dissolve remnants
Of cesspool sponges
But the hob may scald
The bottom of the pot

I scrape the remains
Of splinters and shark teeth
Out of my hair
Shaking the flakes
Onto a marble floor

Lemon vinegar wipes across
Smooth shine of a cheek
Reflected, an upturn
If not quite a smile

I see an avenue
Of wisteria
Ahead
Feet turned towards it
I kiss the earth

© xmab 19.v.18