Garth Graeper: Brother Cabin [The English Lakes 4]
Running through the woods in all the bodies I love,
stitched together: a flexible skin rippling with memories
I’ve had to wash and dig holes for. Tiny shining things
buzz through the air and make my skin glow with fire,
cleaning it. You follow me home, dragging your worn-out body.
I’ll wash you, freshen your raw parts, burn your air clean.
I’ll give you a fox face, new teeth and fur to cover your mouth.
I’ll give us both the fox face, our body stuffed with hot, new
light. We’ll run and smell ourselves soaked.