Six � 2005-04-17

Earth by the side door
smells like piss,
all afternoon
damp secrets
have been worming their way
to the surface.

Yellow light fills the house
chimes crash against each other in the wind,
a storm carries something heavy
over the horizon,
all colours appear darker.

I watch the cat
playing in an empty bag,
she leaps at my leg,
rain hits the roof.

I twist under fork lightning
being a girl being a cat,


The thunder birds of solitude.

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