kettle-mouth*

of all the things i thought i’d miss

i didn’t think i’d miss the snow

or you bounding down the road

toward me panting like a hungry dog

honey snow – yellow – bound

for melting & morning-piss cloudy

mouth-gas coffee tinted & desire

off the leash of normal loving

you’re like a day off school, lung-acher

spine-icer, night-muffler, & my life

is softer for your bundling in the middle

of the park in the middle of still living then

*A brand new poem written from my current residency at The New School House Gallery in York, responding to Helen Chadwick's Piss Flowers