Two Poems by Sarah Kelly
aperture
that’s dust
through the shaft there
hanging along time strands
as tinsel
settles to a down
pressure just
enough load
must close in
on
or measure softer
sometimes glitter
is harsh
and grey’s weight
a calmer
I suspend in
thoughts of my time
with too much
to think to time it
to be cared
we talk on
passing quick and
with a smile a
whim as if seconds
don’t truly bend
for us
as if we
cannot touch
defiance in velocity-
dust
grammared and
gravitated out
put presence on your shoulder
trying to be the
mind that remembers
whilst making sure
that doesn’t
obstruct the being of
making being now
nor nothing
this is all in
service of
those nonentities made
plush made pure
re-wire the shaded places
put an S.A.D shaped
L.E.D next to a spot of damp
in that corner
kneel around your soles
kneel past it the glimmers
and quote servitude
if we're all about
geographies of limits
upon vastness
the we is all reply
in this as
sure as the question
quarrels a deliver, its
deal with the
progressed or
the protesters
I hold you at
our edges
because you stretch as fiercely
and from this place
took all
take that they may need
evening
through the draft there
close in
on blocking out breeze by bitter breeze by
ink for brittle
stained pad-knee-lap let us move with the windows
where those corners get
a natural light
come to standing
a habitat drawn
from fingers scored
in powder
plush and porous
lean closer
to freezings in film
empty over we
your grains
and watch as
I smooth and
wash them
straight
negate the multicolour
neon battering
blind strive for
a cool monotone
a left
an alone
return and
return to what
was unused
talk on
as you lay
watched overlay
become out on your
situate breathe at
glass
and watch that too
put some hands
under a mesh
and practice the
exit strategy
bruising of your spine
as you fall in and
out of
these dustings
of time say
‘held’
bring things back
to the room
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I’m trying to write you something to summarise your mouth
I’m trying to
write you
something to summarise
your mouth
mouth-moves
in phosphorescent glue
traceable therefore
returnable to
that is the logic we had
to have to
that is the language I knew
no shape
all glow
