Three Sneers by Stina Trollbäck

I'm bleeding water from my toes

watching it drip slowly

wrapped in quilts made of bones


She skips a sparkling stone

bounces twice


off the glitz in my eye


Let the crow sound seep from his lips

and hear its dissonance through the bliss

of seesawing cackles

cascading down brittle thawed metal


Let it all burn and shrivel

ignite the punctured gold pupils

cast away the roadkill filled laughs

collect buckets of clear cardinal fluid


I’m puffing angst from my fingers

irking plague through my teeth


She’s spilling spite from her shoulders


He’s kissing the skin under my blisters


And we’re knitting the quilt from

dandruff and embers and liquids

and quivers.