By J. A. Weymouth
There is an indentation of the skin.
Deep, thorough as they carry deep, and true.
there is a changing in the eyes – precipitation, condensation –
mellow slumps of the lower eye.
She says it
‘s of the truer.
the stiller, still.
And less then woken. The urge to move the glass lips onto the pale ones.
Such shaking and urging. Thrusting deeper into the mouth.
Not so painful but rather an addition to the initial habit.
And yellowing of the printed inner bit.
corner, corned, the cornet.
higher yet. but not so shrunken.