This poem is a cranehoisting beams like backbonesoffering a gentle swingembraced in a slingrighting what's been wronged
This poem is a swimming rafton glistening waterbob-beckoning like bedsteadying limbsbearing weight of the dead
This poem is yousinging your song for meyour rock carrying my sirenlike a wombpre-born and as yet unbroken.
Inspired by Hannah Gosselin’s wonderful post: This Poem is a Hoe