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- Noise at allpoetry
The country leant down, bowed
till its horns scraped the ground - Untitled VI at allpoetry
At the end of the road the shops burn blue
and topple down in hollow - Untitled V at allpoetry
I always knew that aqua, when it appeared
in ingredients lists on bottles, - Silk at allpoetry
They fed me on osage-oranges
and cut up white mulberry leaves, let me live - overnight at allpoetry
So I know that it could be the blood
that I’ve mentioned too often - Tma at allpoetry
When it’s twelve years old you find your way
past its curved blue spikes - inter arma at allpoetry
The trick is to believe it.
You take the words you’ve just - she's 49 and holding far too much at allpoetry
For three days in a sodden hotel in Dorset
I shared a razor with my mother. - Confession at allpoetry
I want to stroke the faces of strangers on the tube.
They’ve got skin like modern art, - she can't sleep at allpoetry
Yes, she’s afraid of moonlight. It drives you mad; that’s where the word lunacy comes from. And how is she supposed to know that it’s behin - Mechanics at allpoetry
I’m as straight-laced as the corset you wore
for your eighteenth birthday, - useless at allpoetry
It isn’t only horrible but dull,
too – how predictable your face - four weeks later at allpoetry
And then there were candles
and my hand hovering, cooked - Today I really wanted it at allpoetry
And not just because
I want to map your guts - Snow in October at allpoetry
I was honestly amazed – struck
into silence, marring the air - connected spaces at allpoetry
Not for me, this one. Even though
it’s all I want – to be so mixed up - Meat at allpoetry
The water bellows out the contents of my body
in radiating parachute-shaped circles. - Óssios Loukás at allpoetry
There’s no hope for places like this
when people like me look past - internet conversations at allpoetry
they are flashing lights – scrolling
out of the dark, dressed up in vortices - Just Morning at allpoetry
You gave me a carved wooden amulet, which I think
must be real, because it is keeping one place warm - I don’t know your name. at allpoetry
Hang me up like a star
tripping from the spiderweb sky, - Dear - at allpoetry
Get out of my poems.
- M at allpoetry
reserve - Almost a Fantasy at allpoetry
It’s so hard not to let the things I say
cling together like soaked cotton wool, - reserve at allpoetry
lalala - Entropy at allpoetry
Your hands are steam
on my hands – soaking them red - mariawakeup at allpoetry
. - Clockwork at allpoetry
You are a careful shell of bruises
and grazes and laughter lines, - earthshattering at allpoetry
. - Elysium at allpoetry
Your hair hanging like yellow asphodel
secreted heat and moonlight on the air. - The Keener at allpoetry
The first time I sang it was for a boy I knew,
and halfway through the caoin my voice bent, - Social Reproduction at allpoetry
. - Insulation at allpoetry
In rain, my fingernails lose their
spiky, sloping hard-edged taste, - Spiders at allpoetry
There was that first dream,
when there was one spider, - Stargazer Lily at allpoetry
I get up in the mornings just to watch her unfurl,
curling her flushed fingers up to the windows
