See you in bunny ears
See you exhausted
Where have you been?
Imagining the snipped hole in the fence
which you must have gone through
with wirecutters pinched from a nearby allotment
Did you climb a steep embankment?
Feel the fallout of a passing ghost train
on the other side?
See you exhaling
See you glass-marble-eyed
Imagining you as the patron saint of:
Holding Open Doors
You’ve got the measure of yourself, I think
Your shirtlessness is deliberate
What are you holding out of shot?
Imagining worker’s hands
A sort of sorrow
See you half-captured
Mona with a rifle, or something equally risky
Am I exaggerating?
That bare backdrop hides nothing
and suggests so much
in a similar way to your eyes
Imagining whose lens you’re looking into
Whether they have seen
what I am seeing, Bunny-god
Are they just guessing?
See you performing just for one
See you attending an alternative event
with marker pens and paints
Making it look easy
A sort of ballet
It’s not recital, not routine
And I can’t tell if you know that
you were made in one whole piece
of inadvertent magic
How wild do you feel?
Keenness heightened by a terror
in the belly
Keen as a blade
in a quivering hand
See you not running, still
See you with a shining look
and extents that I might build a shrine to
I might build a shrine of the things
you make me think
and decorate it with too many words
The tragedy of he who creates magic
is that he does not get to witness it
– May I offer this inscription?
You don’t need it
I am watching from behind the cover
of the future you couldn’t see
what I am building
It is flowers blown up around
a windproof monument
Imagining you withstanding things
(Things standing about your feet:
See you surrounded
See your hundreds of little flickerings
Imagining what rites you have invented
But you can only do everything
until you can’t
Hey thing about to pop
Please help me to help you
My unusual religion
My performance artist
Somehow, from the wherever-you-are
See you regardless
In one way or another
Hey Timeless Universe
See you standing there
See you looking at me
Imagining your mouth opening to speak
Tell me a story?
Lizzy Turner is a poet and a barista. Her work has appeared in various publications online and in print. She hosts the podcast series a poem a week.