Poem
'Four Rooms' by Julie Manning
by Julie Manning •
1.
Your beard intrigues me, its rough mystery, patterned complexity.
I imagine burrowing animals under your skin that raise
unreadable braille, tiny things my nails disturb – anemone fronds
in a sea-borne forest. I could analyse what I know
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