Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Tiger (Day 307)


Some days it stalks me
spit-snarling tiger 
   treading water 
on which my boat balances 
   precariously 
longing breeds longing
longing like a thundering 
sand-storm   
grit plunders my tongue 
my teeth longing for 
the barely-detectable crunch 
of white buttercream icing 
   you can keep your garish 
   blue roses
the splashing ceases
in the silence something 
   submerged
noses the thin hull 
below my feet



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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