Everything Oz.

Ruby red lips parting smiles.

I know that I am saying things

I will regret. There are slices

Of my eyelids I’m regretting already.

Molding shapes in greenlit –

Pigeon with peach wounds, feathers

Facing the wrong direction

In scabs. Nothing is what it says, I lied.

Green backlit father. Green backlit confession.

How much I know I’ve untruthed

In daily life. I am a lion.

I am a skipping lion with a mane of cashmere eyelashes.