never age appropriate

Function. As evidential of desire as wet leaves in autumn, thumbprints on the bath in spring

beads on the bathroom tiles, coffee on the Afghan rug 
the snailtrail on the Yorkstone made by a slug   

as well as ever these days. Not for lack of wanting
the conch central and eclipsed rises, falls, rises, falls  
i count on it. To remain untouched 
a babyless bulrush basket  
the case he left without, caught

by the window 
my astral body throbs against the ceiling, crooked as a balloon
and as frustrated. I hum around my bedroom like a marble  

soaking in everything. My grandfather's wedding ring on the edge of the bath, how my uncle bundled my stings away from nettles
somehow unstuck. Desire has a function as abnormality isolates.