the island

The island

‘the clear expression of mixed feelings.’

Auden

Behind my ribs I carry Bim

Between my eyes is Bathsheba

Each kidney is a hurricane

And in my palms are palms

The lines are maps of parishes

And every nail a door

I slowly walk the path around my hand
My arms reach out to nothing there

This isle of cruelty and flowers

and fingers spread like starfish on the sand   

  Anita Greg 04/05/2019  

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