Cirrus

Alabaster tongue cutting
down my abdomen
I watch as the cirrus clouds
push across periwinkle sky, all limp body girl sweat
They wrap me in a netting made of fingertips
naked trees and outstretched hands
Wrinkles crowd my eyes
When my lips part,
A frog croaks and my lies spill out
Flapping, flapping wings
over what I named a body, named a life
I named her
hush baby sweet child
Going, going, gone