Draft of a seashell

This was written this evening. Inspired by a phrase and a conversation and walking through Kennington in the sunshine. I didn’t check on the little plants beneath the tall trees along Kennington Road but in my heart, they grow there. Dedicated to Ed Venning, Victor Lou, William Maxwell, and always Gloria Sanders.

I am not smooth like you
The inside of a seashell
An alien worm curls away
The cusp of a seduction.

Naked nacreous
Goslings need feeding somewhere
less cool
A worrying smell of powdered drawers and
Would you walk down tree-lined streets with me at
Love the bent lady who
presses seeds into warm pockets of earth with nubby fingers?
It’s a funny thing
To live with

(c) Vera Chok 2014


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