Michele Leggott

Helix

what can you give me that begins with hinna ?
a vision twisting and twisting torch flame or genetic
material from the island of the first morning
a tenderness taking the lyric and turning it inside
out because nothing will ever be the same
a tantrum in the real house of days because some
of them must be picked up and lived despite
a vicissitude oh vicissitudes devouring
the delicate provender of body and soul
a patience on the ladder two steps short
of the full house each keeps for the other
a bed where text is getting around to being
what they want to do today        helix a rich tissue
helix her helix her helix her helix