Dead animal bingo

Her hair
is wisps of smoke
coming from
a burning house
as it rages across
the blue upholstery
of the lounge
feline claws
attached to
delicate fingers
crack the surface
of his back
and watch
maker hands
from Ireland
grabbed the fields
of her skin
that acres across her body

the wind
that entered the caves
of her lungs
came out
as tornados
and picked them
up in
a moment
of serendipity