ditch poem #6

we’re all becoming animals here

our scaly skins showing through the stained glass

why now why slither

the rainbow gate beneath suit sleeves

beneath chiffon and tweed

the rainbow plexus in our throats

once a wren ever an abalone shell

we were whole once

wander detritus wonder

the furs in the soft air

gentle browns of wood and bark

as the furs gallop by

identify me

call me into

curiosity pinwheel

i make little sparks

in recent lavas

we were the hands holding

tectonic/footstep

we were the under

and beneath

to speak in soil tongues

to be called into ditches

to be summoned

venal wing

wet black eros melt

leaf matter and dirt cake

the cavity of I root

small declivities of teeth

along the rim

how the mouth knows

we were once rose quartz

we were agate

smashed and smashed

among the rock

your smooth body a reminder