Poetry

Trending the nude prints, 
life had been dismissive, 
plucking the gray hairs from brows. 
 
Manipulating the dopamine 
the body’s odour 
wafted through the cluttering limbs. 
 
Charcoal underlines the 
need of a wounded dove. 
What else one needs from grain and water. 
 
The tears will sew the lids 
one day. I don’t want 
to churn the sea again. 
 
The dogfish comes on the 
shores for a rebuttal. 
It had never led a dog’s life.