is a pentogram of black twigs on snow
is a simple shift dress
and a chignon, highlighting good cheekbones
is a single note reverberating
into a chapel with one candle burning
is a lone star
is the poem with one line taken out
it is a white room with pebbles arranged
on a slate shelf
is the sparse vegetation
of a Japanese garden or plate
is a spoonful of mediciene clashing against gritted teeth
a gut bucket of processed chicken
it is 700 TV channels
( sometimes austerity looks like plenty)
it is a digital nudge wink distraction plan
the false economy of a two for one white and brown chaser
a grey complexion over sunken cheeks
it is feeeling worthless like gum under the sole of a shoe
it is the man with street grimed hands on the March
who instead of carrying a banner
dragged all his possesions in a single suitcase
It is the pointing finger
why did you neglect yourself?
how did you get in this state?
what are you going to do about it?
why did you leave it so late?