Talitali

Cold Feet We are the dust & The dusted Embryonic against Cold sheets She swish-whispers This is what I know & this is you Wraps the string Leading to my navel Around her pinkie And pulls My Stomach Out & even with layers of soft cotton weave piled on top of us & her blood& mine lit like gasoline fumes I can't feel my toes.  ~~~ Hot Phone this small animal has your voice & feeds me lipstick on the mouthpiece rust-spotted deck chair little sister on the other side of the door & you on another other side & me still hungry.

I used up all the milk, mother says I drink too much coffee, she talks through static and misses my brother, he congregated her smiles, super glued together, and dragged them away. Father yells, he is always right he thinks I eat too much. Mum told me he threw a telephone at the wall this morning, Bruised, with wires spewing out of skin, it is her fault the dial tone hung itself. There is not enough wood to put in the hole, he says I bring in the fistfuls of cold that hovers around his headaches. He will be sorry soon. Mum has a broken arm, she gave me her bingo money to buy apples and eggs. She does not go out much and li