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Lucy Moss<br />
la.moss@live.com | www.mercurialities@weebly.com<br />
We drop.<br />
Held in gravity’s levity<br />
I forget the ground, forget my feet; b<strong>art</strong>ered<br />
For a little bird he<strong>art</strong><br />
Wingbeat he<strong>art</strong>beat<br />
Synced with the crank of this<br />
Bird machine<br />
And we were made fearless<br />
Trusting in the stuff we make in breathing<br />
Slamming into walls we make in screaming breaking<br />
Into the house of some<br />
Immaterial architect, who’s trying to slow our fall<br />
But the ride never lasts; we stop,<br />
Get off,<br />
And learn to walk again.<br />
Like a cheap watch, twelve o’clock<br />
And a congregation forms around the burger bars,<br />
the bins<br />
Shedding sweat papers like a second skin<br />
A sour smelling snake or<br />
A hungry paper chain<br />
Wanting back energy spent<br />
In laughing, in screaming<br />
It’s not a place of grace<br />
But there’s beauty in the beast of it<br />
Everyone smelling of candy floss<br />
The burgers, they smell like the bins<br />
But the crowds wane as the light fades<br />
Me and him<br />
We head home to the star park<br />
Walking between the slant of the sun<br />
To a shared tent, sipping a shared coke<br />
Sharing a helix of DNA code,<br />
Now<br />
It’s bed time. What happens in a bed then<br />
With hindsight I should have got a single but<br />
I didn’t know those things about my brother, at<br />
twelve<br />
And feeling guilty that I ever consented<br />
To sleep on a double mattress.<br />
Oh I must have turned the lights off and sang him<br />
onto the rocks<br />
I must have sold my little siren he<strong>art</strong><br />
Because now this askless treachery<br />
The sweaty hands of a full grown man<br />
Seek to find those p<strong>art</strong>s of me I never<br />
Knew I had oh<br />
My sweat glands freeze solid beneath my skin spider<br />
crawls under<br />
Shirts<br />
Up the back<br />
Clawing<br />
Pawing<br />
Undoing clasps hands on my<br />
Neck hands on my<br />
Thigh<br />
Hands on my<br />
...<br />
‘What little hands’, 2015<br />
Lucy Moss<br />
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