Inside

Taupe travel traipsing over
someone else’s days,
bypassing my breath.
In the heady blood of surgery,
The resurgence of hunger.

The twirls of terrain beyond
the tips of my last resort skin
eddy with earthy puns –
something about guarding a garden.

No woman goes beyond the
rough hewn fence,
the fossils beyond still snaggle
jawed and just.