here where the body
       

here where the body hollowed out its bed
and its hands

voracious plants still grow            this transparence
turning purple

unspoken languages cling
like vines
to the body

the eyelids rise the eyes learn
to open

colours and shapes            green and red fish
swim past

through a patch of light
in the murky depths of night                white pebbles

these minutes

I'm here I stand up            I signal you
my body in the current

you name it            it drifts aimlessly

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Copyright © 2019 Stella Vinitchi Radulescu & Luke Hankins All rights reserved
from A Cry in the Snow
Seagull Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission