Birch trees cut into even lengths.
Beneath the pile of logs a foot explodes.
The body is not inexpressive, nude.
The white bark envisions eventualities.
Peripheral spiders crawl through black eyebrows.
A paper dress, the embalmer's nightmare.
Should she include this tentative cartography?
The map semantically emotive and crude.
Colin reads "Northern Bride":
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Colin confesses: "There are a lot of white birch trees about and I imagined them as brides with perhaps some complications."
