False knot, you're giving out
flowers inside your mouth
Holly, what stinging leaves
back hand at two degrees
Red fruit, in bitter freeze
blood pools on rows of teeth
False friend, with words for me
swallow that poetry
Cut strings will play no tune
split trunk on braided roots
Broken stalk of babies breath
a house door with no welcome mat
A cold day is not quite
as cold as our lot
with a friend who's not