Ondaatje, Kid – Miranda K. Hassell


paler yellow this time

can’t take more salty liquor

the well isn’t more than 100 or so

out back

chicken legs in molasses after lunch

wonder if miss angela d has so much trouble

with legs long as staffs

owls haven’t slept through

one day this week

the well is in my peripheral night

looking down seems a star fell into a bowl of stinking pitch

two suns at the well


that’s not natural

she has to look down there the longest

billy don’t really care she says

don’t forget the bucket

its so dry her hands might crack like

old maps written on the stones

that grit polish my teeth better than any other

but she says

if they break I can lick them back together