isn't it weird that space is not continuous and time is not linear?: Noelle Armstrong

February 4th, 2021 Kate Belew with Noelle Armstrong

by a poorly shorn bush, by a silver truck my heart slushes

the kind of between that only a calendar can know 

the exquisite snake coiling in the gut, rattle in the womb

whatever has been hollow for years seems to say

my own lives were lived already and yours within mine

and so what does this say about safety, or rather 

a hot spoon, a liquefaction, a cup of personality?

they called this part of winter the belly, or ewe's milk

which expresses itself through a long pink tube and clings

as if a memory, the kind that doesn't last.