RUNNER GIRL

I’m a runner girl

and the dusk lives

in my eyes.

I

make advances on the night.

My lips

drink sweat

and thirst;

my lips,

gentle gentle,

my lips,

lovely lovely.

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My tongue is skilled

and knows how to capsize minds;

so if you’ve thoughts,

like stones like spears,

they will slide down the valley

– straight into the sea!

And never never walk

again

crouched

inside you.

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My mouth is a mussel.

My cunt tastes like a prawn.

Breasts white and soft

like fish cheeks.

My legs are sprigs

– always wiggling!

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I am a brand-new runner girl

with fire in the pit of my stomach

and my knees in stitches.

Completely newgrown

– grew up last year!

Dad calls me a flower

and mum doesn’t understand a thing.

No!

I am not a dry doughnut

you eat with milk.

I am a mussel,

prawn and fish cheek.

– A new potato in fall

buttered, with salt.

Skin ice-cold milk;

sometimes tepid

sometimes steamed.

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And my nostrils

dog-like

sniff you

and sniff you out.

– I know where we will be found –