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Two Poems

MAY

 

you slid into my life as though
a witch’s smock — a sun poem.

 

fat bee on a bright brick wall
atrocious swan of love

 

we roll apart
our grave-beds loose and hot

 

*

 

i have so many bouquets
it’s like somebitch died —

 

using love
as a bulwark
against modernity’s axiomatic selfishness
which i realise may after all be my great theme like
fuck

 

 

TINY VIOLETFLAVOURED

 

here i am of sunday
and earth
rotoxid — fortunate
for all i am not very giving of myself

 

the mad winds in trees behind the houses and
indulgent baby

 

bad
but better than Lars von Trier

 

like depression
all your friends have had me

 

affirmation: even the slug (who is most profane)
trails a platinum appliqué
of artistic tragedy


ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR

was born in London in 1991. Twice named a Foyle Young Poet of theYear, her work has been widely published and anthologised, appearing in journals including Poetry LondonPoetry Review and Ambit. Her debut collection, Humbert Summer, appeared in 2015 and was awarded the Melita Hume Prize. Her most recent book is Fondue, published in 2018 by Offord Road Books.

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