The smiles and heaps of food
Were torn by an alien look
We’ll stitch that photo up
With red silk thread
Tick tick tick the clocks
Will sputter
While the needle eats through the paper
While lips nibble at the fog
sipping the street through the windows
sleek like an earthworm
I take a drag, you take a drag
Both of us shrivel into
Cockscombed tiny boxes
In your box the chirping
In mine the red thread.
We lie serenely, our cockscombs
Licking seaweed from the carpet