Ruby Turok-Squire: ‘I lean into a passing
note, away
from where it went, circling
the spine’s rod
in a slow wind
I do not feel on my skin.’
Ruby Turok-Squire: ‘I lean into a passing
note, away
from where it went, circling
the spine’s rod
in a slow wind
I do not feel on my skin.’
Ruby Turok-Squire [from ‘Snow’]: ‘see the dots
as unhappened kisses
searching out their mouths
eye-whites
keeping secrets
not even they remember’