a rusted head leaks split ends
into a bathtub full of heartbeats.
mudlarks scavenge at the
remnants of last night's dinner
splattered on the floor. she is
vanishing, not into all that she
has done, but into all that she
has left to do. stomping her
stalactite legs and crying, 'bring
me the scissors.' the room drips
away. a salmon dawn reaches
through a contoured eucalypt,
sunlight escapes into the mist,
two birds perch upon a fallen
sign: "LIQUIDATION: buy
2 shadows & receive the 3rd
free." in this paddock everything
is for sale. blood and flesh and body
language and fallen hair and charcoal
outlines of shadows dancing.
Stevi-Lee Alver is an Australian writer and tattoo artist. She lives in the middle of Brazil with her wife. She loves bush walks and waterfalls but misses the ocean.
This poem is part of the drains of her mind collection.