from Helsinki
The evidence against people not being tinged
is overwhelming like a pool tingeing under a gale
or a bride feeling tinge just choosing her color
I was obviously brushing against her a sand
dune indication yielding a lace of feeding flowers
with their full gale movements sizing my body
I sometimes arrive inside exchanging heat rations
I’m a female captain with round scented points
I won’t darken inside I’m helping them study
I’m part of a long orange line feeding the center
I’m building the wall up with eggs some eggs
won’t darken inside yes love I can hear you
making percussive ground clicking noises you’re alive
you’re an ice sheet in the wind you carry hoses
sediments and just a tinge some headland mulberry
ices and sixty days in some kingdoms even more
carry me carry me in your mouth like the others
I’m not a cloudy season pinching fourteen eggs
at a time nor the cold waves from three devilish
springs but the dutiful red husks before I was born
