The Farmhouse

Published in Just Place’s chapbook.

It’s been nine years but I’m back in my body.

Underwear hangs from the washing line
like smoked ham; long linen shirts
ghostly in the pale breeze.

My pen cap tastes of sunscreen and metallic
ink. All interruptions welcome,

I stand in the centre of the agora,
naked, freckled, unafraid––
at least in tourist snapshots.

The sky is a desert.

Nothing purgatorial about it;

I go inside with the sun.

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