Tilt Inward

Why did you
leave me all
unraveled
I’ve come undone
All pushing edges
toward a center
Tacked and
bound before
eggs were embryos
distinguished
horse men sliding
morsels of itty
bitty butter
flies tilting
inward

Gentle streams cross snow covered
fields to be frozen requires birth
unshelved liguid gases multiply
as star gazers burst open from a
vase like tongues petals scream
with hot pink lips freckled
fair skin pertaining to a ginger
Reflections in the neck
varnish erase memory time