Curl

Thin white skin
and bones, in elegant
fingers. All else
is lies. Once to eyes.
Once to hands. Once

to skin. One fire —
forever warm. One water —
never again thirsty. One air —
breathe easy now.

Earth, bury me. Curl, thin,
thin body, thin [I] hand around
the moment, open it, a blanket,
a parachute, a muscle,
awesome wings

(First published in Numbat)

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