Sophie Mayer

XO, fragment II

nipples to the mirror, power
points where self charges self
hot as cigarette butts
sizzle on cold glass
curve to flat
and (blown

curtains) the sea is raging

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[Untitled -- this could be part of the Menteith poem from April 4...]

stars in skerries
across skirred clouds
trees are seaweed
as the moon is the moon
and its reflection
it continues
above blue hills and bones
this shadow home