Tinker

Knocking for the hollow
A watermelon
Walnut
Stud in the wall
Don gloves
Draw clammy silk
Sleuth curtain
Keyhole
In the parlour, I am damp and sprout eyes
I am crumb
I tug thumbtack, thimble
Sift salt pinch
Puddle sip
Gum skin of wetfloss
Skim bone broth
Suspend
Silhouette against soiled hem
God is on the Jumbotron
I am peanut-shelled
Still counting to three
I believe in shoebox
In pimento
In button worship
In spun yarn
So much world! In the world
All the chalk, the cheese

Natalie Podaima is a writer living and working in Montréal.

This poem responds to Rattling the Dags.