through mud made yellow we walked
her and I
I do not remember the poems
russ Thomas, I recognise
I recognise the sound, poems
crossbones
a moon of thighs
claims the norsewaterboatman
through the snow we walked
& now thighs are recalled
white
pregnant, the skin stretched
with the promise
I no longer see the skein of my
dogged pock
in the shining tin of the stretcher
she was carried over mud & snow
SJ Fowler is a postgraduate student in philosophy at the University of London, works for British Museum, and has published poetry in Poetry Monthly International, 3am, Vice, and Parameter magazine. He currently lives in London.
© 2010, SJ Fowler
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