Day 8

Drought


you found me by the sink, clutching these
leafy tendrils, roots splayed-out
like crab hands,
settling in drifts around my shoulders.


my skin began to appear
in patches, spreading like
saharas of dryness, sucking the follicles
back into my skull


but when my eyes blinked
skin-to-skin
like un-framed pictures
and my backbone split with the tension,

I felt your arm around my waist
and shook it off.