#20 Poetry

Brown snakeskin / in my arms, still: ‘leaves, nuts’ / ‘berries, fruits’ / fawned, scrapped away / my belly gaped

I steal coins from Mum’s handbag. /
Unclasp the clasps, fish for the / metallic fish-scaled purse, unsnap / the magnetic snaps.

Imagine his surprise when the contusion / on my occipital lobe was not blood at all but a list of household necessities — a whole / case of UP&GO, women’s, men’s, and children’s multivitamins…