Purple
Plums and Trepanning by mari webb
You
say thoughts weigh nothing
and have no substance. Yes, but
they are elusive, bubbling, purple plums
that alter the colour of my mind.
On other occasions they solidify,
become corporeal like mist that turns
to water. There is no space
to breathe between the drops of moisture
until my skull is drilled, its
grey jelly opened to the air.
You say thoughts weigh nothing
and have no substance; so how is it
you can taste my thought-plums
melting sweetly on your tongue?
