(And sir, I do believe we are)

I should ne’er again wish to die

I will lay here as I am

Arms outstretched to embrace you

Should you ever hear my cries

The wind that billows the leaves

O’er the ground where I rest my cheek

It pulls upon the threads connected to my skin

And I do imagine it is you

Twirling my hair round your fingers.

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 She slipped the clover into my pocket as she passed me by at Saturday market. Her hand brushed against my back and the smell of sod came and went with the bundle of dark hair. Her eyes were hidden by half-closed lids and a flame was in her cheeks. I fingered the leaves in my pocket and turned to catch her hand, but she dropped into the crowd and ( Read more... )

Forcing me down like a seed

Shoved in the ground

At the bottom of a well

There’s no rope or bucket

No light from above

Or it's the sidewalk that contains me

I can’t get off the ground

My wings haven’t even developed

There a disease in my shoulders

Stunting my cells

And clotting the blood

That harness around my waist

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I was there when they poured the concrete.

We nailed together the wooden formwork ourselves,

migrant workers under brims in the sun,

watching the rumbling belly of the truck

spit up grey, thick globs.

We spread the stuff with hoes,

my father and I. Ironed out the bumps.

I want to put my hand in it I said.

Better hurry before it dries up.

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The gaps, and cracks

That make me drag my feet so carefully

Around the edge,

We want to look, but not to fall in.

The steam, the heat.

The pressure builds inside the time bomb.

We watch and wait and dig our heels into

The ground that’s giving us up

To the jaws, the teeth

That fix and set,

Holding us by the skin of our necks.

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