If I were you
I'd watch for the creatures
kayaking down rivers
of condensation
every morning, colonising
the windowsill with Green Giant
coloured outposts tinged
with faux-snow. If I were you
I'd watch for the Pollock splatter
of mildew following the initial invasion.
I'd armour my lungs. Coat my skin
in a chainmail coarse as fish skin.
If I were you I'd watch carefully
for spy cameras of spiders. Cockroaches
hoarding supplies. If I were you
I'd watch for the silverfish
taking notes and digesting our love
while the hollow skeleton of our lives
sat on the plate.
by Algo
If I, were you, I'd
Harbour feelings and let winter have its way,
Tied to the tide and pier of concrete,
To be still there come spring.
If I, were you, I'd
Gather food in the dropped burnt ochre,
Use the heat of resting bodies,
Be still there, till summer.
