Jill Jones
Grapple
Written on sheet sweat
thick thought waking
puffy sleep tricks.Dreams lean as leopards
hunting & thieving
dance edges wild.Your tongue fills out
the balloon, no, not this one.(Those rooms in a building
stairs, dirty bathrooms
and something you’d forgotten.)Get out of the plumbing & into the trees!
Sun plants delicate kisses
on the window
we grab it, shatter old airgrapple on the grass.
