‘We need another window…’
I twist & turn in self-
destruction like a dog whirls
around in poop. Can’t you sense
seventy-two million galaxies of violence
within me? Options roulette-rolling:
cars against trees, cars off motorway bridges, cars
into rivers, jumps down towers, slow claw hammers,
fast Japanese kitchen knives & helium
& helium & helium.
‘We need another window…’
& I will climb through –
onto our red-tiled gable roof –
when the wind is right –
the air tastes of sea –
‘We need another window…’
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Published in my chapbook Fold me a Fishtail (Selcouth Station Press). An earlier version of this poem first appeared in Popshot Quarterly – Issue 29, the Freedom Issue (August 2020).
