Shelbyland blog

Curled with my tongue tied in familiar ways Snakes are crawling up our legs, I just can’t ignore them anymore Is my comfort nothing Never wonder if the kettles hot, You’ll press my hands against it to see.

Banana covered hands with a baby stained conscious that cannot hold me They are auditing my eyes, questioning what I have taken Accepting all of the pieces they give Bolted to the corner while the cur get theirs Watching spattered and spotted near the deer

Soft clover follows I try to burn it Laughing as it grows back , swallowing me with welcomes.

I am kneeling into the dent I have carved into the mattress.

I think they notice. the animals noticed first, they always do.

Im wearing your shoes.

My mother was sent alone on her last ambulance ride.

Lucky clover, watch how the deer follow.

I bow until my spine forgets its name.

Knownness lingers inches from my mouth, a breath that is not mine.