sidda quayle.

inward and outward to northward and southward curblines dip and swim along the street sidewalks lingering she steps on the edge and slips, dribbles, over the side tumbling tumbling TUMBLING
the grey dips into her and cradles her close her heart it swaddles until sidda gurgles and laughs with the honey air she laughs
her tomato vines keep strings in her and curl around her veins and tentacles stretch round her birdbones, so delicate. gauzy white flutters over her shoulders and sweeps across wet grass tawny grass teatime colored
her mothers lips sag and melt into her waxy face screaming yelling chiding holding groping flinging heartpieces and slippery wishes into siddas resistant arms her heavy arms her lanky arms
teawhite antique white beige taupe peeling taupe from her walls her grey self falls into the wallpaper and soaks it with sweat and eye juice, soggy
donald donald she grabbed his wrist that day on the curb the bench she gripped held tight
whitewashed slats cover rotting walls filth filth FILTHY SHE IS you belong to me she said YOU BELONG not here TO ME
wine-o lips kiss kiss kiss hang loose spidery threads tie tiny knots
this knot is used to temporarily secure a marlinspike, a device used to splice rope, to another object. it is a useful knot if the sailor needed to hold something and wanted to be sure the marlinspike would be safe
and tangle her limbs with the vines and leaves and hairstrings and her mothers words that sink her heart and crawl into her ear
velvet swaddles her face flushed. the puddles glint in fleeting light that gleams for a MOMENT she grips the pavement traces the lines with her fingertips smoke curls from her nails and through her palms and she crumbles