Newly unwrapped flesh, silk Protected from light, untainted. Inhale the scent of powdered milk. The murderer grips her hair, the tendons on her throat Pulled taut.
My Mother wept, when she lost Her baby, a boy. She slept all day and I Made my own sandwiches. I crept past her door So as not to annoy And I played with my soldiers Until he came home.
This dark underbelly of the pier is shielded by oil-slicked boulders And the threat of youths with their beer cans and fires. An ebony crab scuttles into a lichen-smothered bottle,