In the first hospital

your body turned into a cushion, it was the drugs you said and the daily puddings, as if sponge and custard could fix those bothersome brains. The man in the next bed was crying for his mother and there was a woman who kept knocking her head on the wall, come in, she said, come […]

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Ten Excuses for Not Phoning

(after Warsan Shire) 1) Because the gaps are bigger than the words either side. 2) Because the surface is so slippery. 3) Because you once said the adverts were more interesting than the programmes. 4) Because I can never be sure you will answer. 5) Because there is always somebody at your door. 6) Because […]

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Selves (non existent)

Self as water boatman Self on top deck of open top bus, smiling Self in purple hot pants and Bay City Rollers socks Self with hockey stick in full school colours Self on bottom rung of ladder, carrying shears Self very thin in stripy bikini, arms round two other girls Self in waders, fishing Self […]

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Spill

(1) the body does not consider your feelings the body demands this and that demands, demands, commands (2) the body – unbroken wall of light the body – oh sun and rain—the gloriousness of weather on skin body – blame and guilt in equal measure the body shrinking into itself in shame the body – […]

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