Jordie Albiston
beryllium
strong as a rocket yet light as a breath & put on this earth
for me when I spark you hold me stop me exploding
you let all my x-rays free when I lose it you listen allow
the howling expertly through give every sweet vexing
its due when I trip on the mountain the glucine the mud
when my feet turn to rust when my little disasters spell
out a melt when Millers Road feels like the Gaza Strip &
the refinery sounds like a plane going down when I am
panicked unable to think or tell you I’m panicked your
aquamarine your emerald eyes take it all in never blink