Verbum ut pictura
See through what I say
to what it is saying,
tell me to tell you
a wider story,
one with monsters in it
things to look at
but bel repair,
a mother who grew
flowers from her secret places
and you have to understand
because I don’t,
I’m just an ambassador from the night
making girlish scribbles
in my father’s ledger book
some words intruding on your breath.
FIN
