Talking with my mother in an empty house
The postman knocks on the door
then thrusts a letter through the letter box
when the letter falls to the mat
the dog leaps upon it and snaps her teeth
ripping the intruder into soggy bits
am i now the intruder?
will invisible bandages of cellotape
make me whole and readable again?
will i survive in the words of your song?
mother, you are still a swift river of blood
flowing within my skin
and bordered by my bones