Julia Cohen
I Might Have Lasted & the Grass Curled under My Eyes

If I had two cell walls it could be easy
I so snuggly fit in your back
Hiking away from the saintly glass vacuum

Clothespins clipping your silhouette to the lawn
A double helix staircase, your spine & its turning away

Allegiance & then inconsistent light
Once I shelled my heart, could not recover

Flies, breadcrumbs, apricot pulp

If I was found in the excrement of an owl
Worms in my palm
Defrock, is turning towards

If your bones were spindly plants that bloomed
& then the water that watered the light

I think I was a body-shaped hole in the clouds