Poetry

Helping hand

I seek a friend in the process
lose some skin from my face
do not
      pacify me
I know
          better than this yet
today will give nothing more
                              I'm glad
to ignore you
spend time
in parks unpeacefully or watching
                              over
negotiations of pigeons
                                   brittle skinned what's amazing
is how I am willing
never to spend another day
               in this rooftop locker

Beth Davyson