AnnMarie Eldon

The Recursive Haecceity of Forgiveness

There are subterfuges,
................latent, across carpet. Singular
hair, once heads; skin by its nature entopic, how
hidden........................................as weft,
....................................................as
warp. ............................................She pans through panes to
ground thistles’ flowering remains and remembers
wet and vest and puts on specs and
goes out to inspect ......................and
finds intrepid cinquefoil creeping alongside her best efforts
tries to disembroider past from now: postpartum apples
..........................................................pears was wasp bitten
......................................her own hair a nest. At rest back
to inside. To front some sort of death
in the terrible tryingness.
Leftovers, akairic she supposes as the 19.08
kettles on a balmy slight south-south-west.
Detergent suds she pets
lets touch her
cheek
begets him his conspicuous ambition/logically circular defences
bagged and hung like pheasant waiting stink. Passed.
Trepid spots where grease met children’s finger tips
soggy, indiscreet substances
goose grass stickies.
Tired

..........a fog, a betrayal
dog-eared promises. ........................................................ Yet

heady 'memberences.
Eyes heft.
Smitten.
Softing planes, blames rewritten.
And sex, sex, always sex.
Blessed really with arms
at the ready
...even on the brink
....and at last, steady
......and steady and
...............steady.