peter jerrim

in 1973 | in your Piz Buin bikini
two scraps of nothing

transparent
to UV

my heart popped out fierce
for your

spangling bones
the hush | when you entered

the room
the ice

throne your arse had
been stuck to

melting |
that

said the doctor | is
how much it hurts

your humidity
over me |

a complete crossword
convulsion