Outtakes

Maybe

I want the inversion

The twist of the arm

The underside

of the offering

Pale and pimpled

from lack of sun

Unpolished

Not the underbelly

That is something

different

I’m not ready for

I see it

in my father’s eyes

Chest infection

after chest infection

His body fails him

In my turn

Three children

and this body

will bear

no more

I wager

There is potential

to reject

time’s linear force

To feel it

contract

and play with

its edges

To create

a testing ground

potentiality

over reality.