Yvonne Tonk got lost up the mountain
Left the body she’d grown in and flew.
With her misshapen teeth
Flapping in the breeze.
To go somewhere new.
Yvonne found new homes.
A lizard flashes a grin at a tourist.
An alpaca flutters her eyelashes.
A monkey bites his lip
And inclines his head.
Yvonne Tonk is not dead.
Tom Juniper Poetry 