Waking up to the apricot baby
of a half born sky,
the orange peels and the
under layers of your skin,
the skin of your teeth and the
Drives head inches higher,
roots feet into autumnal grown,
frequencies squeak higher now like you decided
to wear your electric coat and everyone got excited
to see you.
We work this smile line,
our line together.
“Can you keep up or would you rather
Contemplate the lack of social desire,
contemplate the lack,
contemplate the self who designates the idea of
baseball pitch to dirt mound,
line of the rainbow trout goes taught.
I widen my stance for incidents arrival
glance at palms to see the goddess with her
aching feet and victorious belly
lying unclothed on a bed
waiting for goose bumps.
By Rosalie Wilmot
Rosalie Wilmot is an American living in Thailand. She has a chapbook, Portal published by Bottlecap Press in 2015 and self-published a micro chapbook, We Grew Weeds on Scrib’d the year prior.