Ventriloquist’s Dummy
by Jennifer Harrison

I

          I can’t tell where I’m going
but shall I memorise the shape of streets
          the slope of bridges, the vertigo?
today I’m carried somewhere new –
I’m lost, in pieces, and I rattle

          the smell of camphor
(my skull, cedar from Cameroon) –
          I remember silt in my mouth
eyes dredged from a factory
when a light wind blew, my hair moved