Slick bubble of stone
suspended in a twist
of silver wire; pale green
(like hellebore flowers,
like sea-glass)
it holds pockets of time
within itself –
the sand melting crumbs of stone quartz
calcite feldspar becoming slack and liquid
frothing into irregularities of green glass
like spilled beads like water spasming
in a hot pan coming together in a sudden SHRIEKING
brightness
like flies
bumping the panes
of amber windows –
the tarmac melting the epithelium the fat
the bones shadows on the walls the smell
of the eyes melting the hands melting the
sky a sudden bright
SILENCE
that leak into the water,
into your children’s teeth,
their soft, forming bones.