She's pretty but strange/smooth the skin/the veil/whittled down to smile/to mask the tide/the fever/ the haze/to move inside the flesh like something wrong/the wrong dress/mind/ all unreason/But listen to her speak/how frail/ how bird/ How smoke in the city is her voice in the rich husk upon husk of drink/ of deep feeling/How wet her ceaseless eyes in the gloom/ plucking with small hands/clean nails/heavy hammer/the inorganic grief/Doll face/how beautiful and lost/terrible and bruised
📸: x-ray of a plant.