Clay Vessel (a poem by Vermin) (Patreon)

Running barefoot across Summer’s ragged teeth

Deep roots in wet sand

Feeling the flood water rise

Searching the dust covered shelves

Lift myself up like an old art project

Soaking this body of dry clay

Drowning my skin

Soft enough to hold my thumbprint

I will carve a new shape

Scored with every slip

Of and by my own hand

Baked solid as stone in the unrelenting flame

That Winter find me a new man