not the beginning of the alpha- bet but somewhere at its head. perhaps level with the eyebrows wild whipping bushy blatantly untamed eye brows Einstein had nothing on the bravery of her eye brows
she blows batters the shutters we have failed to batten down on Sunday morning and we return to blue berries piebald sheep and that white horse with one blue eye
she is not my sister Beth who is also beautiful
she is bathed in blue starlight believe in her gravity her heft no light balloon she sinks to the bottom of the bath waiting for the water to cool and the bubbles to subside back into oily scum on the surface she doesn’t belong to me or you or the alphabet, really she’s just there 2nd in line to the throne while ‘A’ shines her little tiara always straight on her perfectly shellacked bouffant ah see ‘b’ has crept in even here is there no where she cannot go pregnant belly in front of her she is waiting to become
