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My stories

Admission

The worst secret you know should be as taboo as admitting to your mum that you imagined her face when you were born, and wondered if she split.
Cherry

Prelude to a grope

This is a speed poem, For the record, if anyone can figure out what is going on in the poem, it did not happen to me. It did however happen to a close friend. It is sad that I felt the need to justify, but there you go.

Meanwhile at the bar a drunkard muses

She offered me her handbag as a history, each drink lodged her looser. She threw out tears, teabags, tissues, mistletoe, a migrane, dismorphic disorders, photos of her 3 sons and lipstick.
Cherry

I live in a case of cloth

I live in a case of cloth, every day swaddles me closer to my breasts, to my breathing. I leave the house with my butter bean eyes, casseroling the sky, mostly looking out for sin. People often ask me if the abacus under my eyes,
Cherry

Maybe I mistook you

Maybe, the girl in the green top at Cambridge station, whose head I watched egg whisk into the crowd, wasn't you. On the train, I see your face in the flat black earth. I thread whole copses of trees through your hair

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