by Isobel Hodges
Preparation begins by heatingthe stones.Next, lay the food downcover with earthand leave for many hours.
I slide the tube behind your earthe device cyclesa mechanical meter.If it can’t detect breathit will dispense airunabateduntil your lungs catch up.
Your lungs won’t catch up.
I rub your spotted armsand kiss your forehead.I scratch your stubbleand you smile, say,I’ll shave tomorrow.
I long to crawl into the pitwith the yams and the fish.
I don’t know how this will end/I know how this ends.