reach inside the incision
up the stomach from the asshole
ribcage gristle light brown mound of heather memory
spill oddities, like miraculous whole red berries
feel for the heart with two fingers
and rip down.
let it pour into a Sainsbury’s bag for life
blood sing blisters
from unexpected gardening for mum.
a week from this we will bury my father’s ashes.
this evening while everything is sick and ridiculous
i will dig another rehearsal hole in the feathered lawn.
