Settle

• Elise Ho, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2019

I tell you and yank string.
You find a child jolt,
Weigh on your quake platter.
Wrecked marble spits naked.

Shaking, escaping these corks
Will make us both slip or
Shame sharpie bounces in.
This lonely pit now blinks.

Prod into bullet skin.
You raise their stitched wells shut.
You sweep the rock child
Away in cradle leaves.

Settle in your bubble.
Bricks tickle in vines. My
Child trickles silver.
I rain in sky silver.