Alexandra Phelps

in Iceland,
days of the week
have question marks
crawlicking rocks
and sky glazed sand
vibrate my spine
more than all those tabs ever could
ground drips with mirrors
foam stretches shoulders
pulling back in tangled dapples
sun soaked sky
glistening gravel
soggy moss
pulsate for touch
fractalling up
on crawlicking crawlicking
eyelids flicker
skin pebbles
scoop of giggles
flutter while sinking
thoughts outgrow my body
water, lichen, and rocks
peering in, filling me up
can home be many places at once?
orificed earth
lingam landscape
craters overflow
with moist of glacial melting into