under a surface of dark hair ends a meadow waving in a softer breeze I can feel your scalp the ceiling of your scape there are snakes in the grass gently poisoning your thoughts I hear their peaceful rattling as they crawl by your lower neck running rivers with my hand a little bite stings now and then they don’t like invaders but you do you like the rivers in your hair later dripping from your chin my fingers run them down measuring your thirst

Special thanks: Claire Verkoyen, Marja Kennis, Janina Fritz