"Bluebird" revisited

Her lips through the glass
reflect her
lying back
Blue swarmed calves,
wrapped in Pashmina lather
She shaves in bathwater

Soap drips
bursts
wakes
unravels, a semen snake
love’s close shave, an uncairned edge
she hums hope
hope
hope, instead

All around boisterous robins coo
her toes grip a porcelain ledge
wind rustles
rattling ribs
She tidies errant barbs in the nest

Does anger itch under skin like a rash?
Your love’s black-beak tongue spits at you like the rest

Whispers aborted
one
by
one
Blue breasts in a white dress
they whisper
run
run
run

Her open mouth,
the blind-eye sun
A hawk dives on a bluebird singing

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