12:22pm Thursday
It came out of my elbow
to form a semi-circle. Not a perfect
semicircle. a rugged semi circle
A weary smile
roughly formed
Imperfect
With little bumps and juts
It rejoined my body
Near my wrist.
Like a growth
Surfaceing for air
I couldn’t feel a thing
But I’m glad I saw it
Before it was gone.
It was mine
~
8:15am
She has no idea
How distracted I was
By that charmed snake
Upon her back
Facing my way
I’m not sure who was more charmed
Me
or
it
It later relaxed
At some point between “decolinisation”
and “children”
~
9:33pm
On top of the covers
In a towel the colour of slate
It revealed itself
(Just a few centimetres)
Stuck
between calf and thigh
A passing truck honked its horn
~
7:15pm Friday
There it was.
Trapped in a journal.
Between a future today and another
tomorrow
Sprouting up and diving back
down between the pages
Pressed amongst their emptiness
A safe place to be
Where anything remains possible
half of a heart
sideways
the bottom lip and inner bosom
meeting at the edge of the page
Left there in privacy
~
8:40pm Saturday
Spiralling on my chest
Rising and falling with each gentle
breath
But holding on
Springy like
An old fashioned telephone cord
Each curl
So oddly even
As if wound Around
An invisible tube
~
9:30am Sunday
Two circles overlapped like a venn diagram
Clinging to her chest
Tracing the curves
Shimmering in the evening sun
Golden honey threads
When a gentle breeze puffed them out
They bounced and flapped around from
side to side
While another lay limp
on her thigh
~
11:24am Monday
Blonde
On khaki
A twisted figure of eight
With an arm reaching out below
One circle on fabric
The other mainly invisible
Raised to the sky
Much smaller too
Like the head of a child’s snowman
~
9:57pm
it crept down from the top of her chest to
find her underarm.
Or was it creeping up to find her chest?
A small pile was gathering in her lap
~
10.06am Sunday
On the train
On the plastic in between the two
cushions
In the shadow of my hand typing on my
phone
A black line on beige plastic
I was unsure of its provenance
It was a full circle
The size of a mug
But only 3/4 was really visible
The final quater
Camoflaged by that hideous
Metro fabric
It made me think of Yoko
Who said
This line is part of a large circle
~