Imagine it unravelling
like a red bow,
a sigh of glossy satin
eluding possession.
Look how easily
it insinuates itself
round neck or wrist,
a slipstream of ribbon.
I pull and it unbinds me
till I am undone –
a scarlet dress, pooling
by infinity’s bed.
Thanks to the editors of Dreich, for publishing my poem, Birthday.
