Dead Matter

Katharine Coles

Not fossil not decay unfurls
A shining ladder and makes

Rescue all. In movies
Lets loose, tears off

The specs and love
Follows. Years since

I lay in a bed of my own
Making, my skull

Once shorn its own
Assertion dreaming

Impossible billow
And waft. So many

Years with someone
Touching me I could

Not sleep until
Last night your hand

Cupped my head, found
Its kind of falling.