Ducking and diving Over under over under. I gather up my dreams and bestow them on this garment. My needle swims, glides through the fabric until Prick, jump, bleed, bodge.
There are two lovers on the beach. I watch them from where I am sat high up on the steps. They hug while I cry and collect rocks for keeps. A mouse runs across the steps. There are runners on the beach. Two men approach me from behind. I stand up on the steps, soContinue reading “Mice and Men (Poetry)”