flourhands (i)


flourhands rise mid-night from powdered pillows in

bed, massage knuckles, unknot muscle fibres smooth<


vegetable oil-lathered skin they haze-dream of fed<

mouths starch bellies and carb-tired eyes<


verging on a super-seeded sleep but energy

comes push-bike workers wheel down alleyways


driven by aromas cars speed tarmac gasping

for a kalamata loaf, finest olives found by Luis


eyes sticky patisserie displays behind sweet glass

tongs pick cumberland rum nicky for the smoke break

Jazmine Kelly