Two Poems by Florence Uniacke
Rain boy ye!
A rainbow
jerking angel
on it!
Up here the heads got no heart,
the hearts got no legs.
There's a new man in my life...
he's everywhere
playing strings of hair -
nice soggy lead mesh -
to the air,
down at the angels
jerking
on the rain boy
oh ye oh ye.
Contact
Which
silence
lit this argument?
Was it when you said
"Like a hug but without the awkward physical contact"
and i cried a bit in my mouth and invited you to feel my sweaty palms?
Humidity now marks lives in
expense clammy shorelines -
newfound hi zero tactility.
