Ruthless,
your pressing nail catching
on the Queen’s ivory shoulder
our fishbowl memories
\scorched and
paddling through cracked eggshell and slick bubbles
in a shallow basin
scorched — the
sunrise
licks the salt stain
greedy sheepdog eyes
loving; wet
under the sink you found a mothy web
tossed undercover
at the scene of the incident
and, incidentally
as light rays, striking
find
a heel-dug ditch
in the embankment
a reprise of a lost traveller
the flinching impress of ivy and barbed wire