no one saw the bullet move abandoning shell
& entering his body in trajectory of centipede
his body scarred with second pedicles
raised to a dying spine but it left behind
a shivering ribbon his daughter
wears to school the next day
& everyone asks & she memorizes the answers
remembering the snake of vibrating clues
because no one saw & knew for sure how
the snake moults turning the skin inside out
like she removes a sock pulling down the open end
in a grass knot in a park they used to visit
an evidence of survival - another knot just as green
an inskirt inside seed coats - contracting & engaging
& showing & breaking water like memorable sands
of sea coasts remembering entire strands of slough
& everyone asks & she answers everyone - no more
ribbons - remembering all the knots slowly undressed
by compassion of toffee wrapper butterflies she holds
out her hand you yours & we softly applaud together.
~ Ajay
21/1/2020
YOU ARE READING
bliss station ~ poetry
Poetry~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~
