I’M A RIVER (You are my bridge)

Sitting in between the door,

A mile wide leg, a pink dress and fingers

Waiting till they all come and sit

A party of madmen

And pin me down

With the weight of them -

Teeth, claws and photographs.

I’m a roller-coaster

Rolling all around them

Crashing and tearing them all apart

Leaving bits around

For the accountant and the orphan.

Don’t walk away from me

Because I stink

of memories

I’m the river that floats on sheets

Leaving streaks

Of fertility and sorrow.

I am the river

That rumbles into sheets

Leaving traces of a struggle.