Paula

Does my hardness mock, white faced curl your lips, the sheets we rocked, then hung out to dry, crowded bars, wine to sip, like geese they flap and cry, startled by the river song, a sound of ships, Nana used to pummel, cigarette papers you roll dry, smoky pictures that skip, across a crowded sky, my Ma boiling socks, making bath house trips, while you sit there blocked, are you happy with me, will we live in sin, do they make me lie, eyes adrift.