Ciara

How does my hardness look, white face'd curled lips, sheets we carefully unhook, time hung out to dry, bars red wine to sip, geese flap in the sky, startled by a river's look, hear the sound of ships, Nana used salt to shook, cigarette papers we roll sly, cosy pictures in the skip, dappled maritime lines, our Ma's whose lives we took, making bath house trips, while I sat there cooked, are you happy on happy signs, do we continue to live in sin, fresh linen makes me cry, eyes open adrift.