*Film*
an arm sprouts from a person like a tree
details of architecture draw attention;
peaks and cliffs among the rooves and towers
turn into clouds and dissipate upon
a wind; she lights a cigarette; she coughs;
the sun shines on her body; grass takes on
the colour, texture and warmth of fur; a gate
opens on to a chasm to which she strides;
she sits and inhales; breeze tugs the hair; the tree
sways, the new arm foreshortens, then withers;
moss grows on its stump; how tiresome, she says
to someone else about something; a many;
multiple bird song and people making notes;
much dead wood; decay upon rivers; as if
film had been cut, and joined by another
with the same actors
she begins to hit a client
on his erect penis, with twigs, grinning
lasciviously; he takes it,
pained and excited; small figures in a box
in a luxurious doll's house; a washing machine
spilling water over a polished floor
a glistening weir; shining electronics,
toys gleam at the lawn's centre.
She leans forward
to get a better view, totality
curving or seeming to; and yet bony,
meat scraped; and now, like some ship's figure head,
ghastly of colour, ambiguous; menacing;
wind opens the kitchen door, rattling the high cupboards
above the empty work space; a radio
starts; a loose wire connects; an idiot talks
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