
hook a hook for an eye this ribbon for a slip there’s a pigeon in the pot and tree makes the room your foot on the boards your head in the sky no mind if your stockings snag are splinter-caught the red thread frayed or snag walk now on swollen feet on feet that are bound-in with red and orange with stocking threads these can be mended these can be made whole again you wouldn’t even notice the tear spool red thread unravels in its wooden box sepulchred with: loose sequins button-bones needles wires a furled tape measure theres a jawed scissors for cutting rough cloth and linen-stuffs I am two: my bisection is equatorial not a vertical splice or gather-to walking broken-footed does little for my mermaid humour I’d rather lie in three: head torso and bottom-half : but they disallow me the luxury they have made this dress for me their cunning craft formed the exsosexo skeleton of my thigh-gap emblazoned with its stone whorl © Chris Murray 2016, 2021 PDF Download https://acrobat.adobe.com/link/review?uri=urn:aaid:scds:US:dd17e7fe-b082-365a-b523-0f4657803ac4#pageNum=1 Online URL https://indeliblelit.com/2022/03/03/hook-and-other-poems-by-chris-murray/?fbclid=IwAR3yKG4Ue4NDIqlLwownNvoYINa38ywYegQCzsdFlqvANOIowgVfB64gSV8