Desire Subsequent: A Series of Poems

By Emma Lloyd

1
Out the window of the library, away from work


the tree is bulbous and
rears up in heads.

its bark textures
to greased water
liquid over bulk

crack mud,
peeling 

weight
splayed pre-root
forks feet

spider dancing
thumbedy thumb
thumb, 
eddy

Madonna breasts and 
clavicle gap
pressed in too.


2
Clock’s balance spring


New fingers on a clock’s balance spring
in a gesture showing how it works
small copper shared for beautiful

Material
       high height
       sounds to
       clayed skin,
       slights at touch


If I said that it meant not much:
	lack or copper or shirts.
		A lie that I held between my palms inside my teeth.


On a beach in Florida in February 
	
unfortunate neck
	            swallowed in gray salt

Birds are in the water unwarranted.


3
Untitled


Winter early
late in afternoon
        lineclouds.

treeleaves backlit
where they haven’t fallen yellow

on pavement from blackline
branches.


small whistling.
earlier	hands

in red sheets
Don’t bother washing them.


then
Walking eyes
	starve sweet
	bright throat
	          light
and strong fumes.

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