drinks slips widdershins white shins soon
fins rill fills frills swim skin still smells lily
limbs skim stickle stems slim flimsy slimy
skin swims frilled shrinking wrinkles
ontheblinks winking water wafts
winnowing winding minnows mink-clinks
milky skin stills smells inky rank sinks
wakes to kids chinking kitchen sink
How you begin sitting, flowered,
hands to your hair like a Loréal ad,
poppied, daisied, grey dress creased
before a zigzag of lily pads.
Of a sudden blonde, in blue and pink
under willow fuzzed dusty, spot-lit.
You’re sat on the surface like it’s
an ice chaise longue. Not convinced.
Last the grey under your jaw tells
how greenly keenly cold it is. What the hell
Hamlet/Everett, let me out. Skirt swells,
then oddly flattens to hold more petals.