The Body

with a rope bridge for a spine, supportive and supple – and diving boards where eyelashes bend, leaping to new heights, embracing the belly flops – covered in veins that map a life of roads to work and school drop offs, country lane rambles and pavements pounded with the family dog – holding out fingers that are matches burning bright but never scalding, with walls for eyebrows that never build across, but are kept apart and open – those above knees, themselves moulded from rock from pebble from grit, and below a forehead lined in streams moving, rejuvenating, soothing – women woman body her, own.