Amandine van Ray
By
Malkeet Kaur
CRUNCH IN THE SKULL
I once caught grandfather’s cukoo bird
And firmly latched her wooden songs-
Jarring jingles of women’s clocks.
She sings now in subdued tones,
Raising alarms of the great crunch,
A constant pecking at my skull.
ETHER
I live in a suitcase like a contortionist,
A tiny life in circadian rhythms,
The tattered non reality,
A salacious scandal within the cracked shanty walls.
These cracks will come undone soon
With the slime in a furious downpour.
I am turning into a mass of silver
Over the hairlines on the forehead
Like consecrated birth smudges.
I am ether now.
I live on air.
I live in a Pollock maze in my head.
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