Neck (for Joao)

Planes graze the scalp Here

airport hinterland flowers and a letter “W” I was biking through it frightened

Why?

X variable route to the crib

Night’s

neck

a panther

Soul under it a smaller panther Biking

I bought

Hex

Stars?

Don’t

Some pinched together maybe

Square grey-brick mosque Green

text

Numbers

slip in the way I’m only used to letters

slipping

down the shoulder my

eyes

in the port

wine pool to your wrist

Neck