Going back
For a second chance
Is not easy
It’s like putting on
A damp bathing suit
Cold to the skin
Tough to slide into
Terribly uncomfortable
It takes a while until
Your body warms into it
The dampness is forgotten
And then you eventually forget that
You ever had it off.
I need to be wrapped. Tight. In the white-starched sheets Of a funeral parlour. I’ll lay Silent and still With small wet breaths....
‘The silence was heavy with eternity’ (Rose Tremain, Sacred Country) The room vibrated an empty sound, My fingers brushed the thin new...
I’m your online operator. A ‘surgeon simulator’ if you will. A single, white-gloved finger eradicating earthly ills. Specimens on my wall...
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