BEFORE THE GLASS BROKE (ASUKURE)

The softest application

of your yellow fingertips

to a chapped birch bark innation

bled colour through its roots

and circulated through its slow branches

like blood through a sleeping foot

settling in seasonal congealment

upon a puberty of early-September leaves

spraying autumn's ejacution

through the clouds of the village

known as The Village Hidden In The Leaves

Now the sky is egg-white

and my stomach bristles

at the sight of evergreens

underneath my eyelids

and all through this uncontested forest