Tennis ball heart
At the tip of your nose
The end of your throat
Swallowed by things which aren’t meant to mean anything
Ineffectual
Dismissive
In-between all of it
The edge of hot-water bottle giggles
Film credits
The smell of breakfast
Swallowed by you
Jonah in his own mouth
Warm, alone
A little suffocated
aware of the sound of running water
Does the divine exist in this redness?
I will feel so glad to go
Will I feel so glad to go?