Sport 34: Winter 2006
Along the edges
Along the edges
My father was a tailor
knew the manufacture of lines
when to swoop and straight
the calculus of stitch.
My mother kept an inn
knew the bearded tastes of Men
and how to lift weight from the sky.
I remember songs light
as aluminium that I
arranged in scales
along the edges.
I remember swarthy dancers
wrapped in blue taffeta
large hands spinning me
in the pleasuring gloom
as Arctic explorers
must have felt
when they took off their furs.