broken toy & lemon juice
when i clean the tank
hands tacky with fish
muck pebbles make
a pit of house
to weave through
me & you & bitter
skinned my leg
haired like grandmas
& you so sullen
so sudden sullied
fish food morsels
and organ music
only i
never prayed only
made offering of
smoke & potted
house painted
mushroom wrinkled
fruit leave
oranges on the side
where hidden toys
lie broken i
have no heart
to refuse
JW Summerisle lives in the English East Midlands. Their poetry & artwork can be found in The Lily Poetry Review, Catatonic Daughters, The Madrigal, SAND, & Re-Side. They may sometimes be found on twitter @jw_Summerisle