Tuesday, 1 May 2018

A poem by Olivia Tuck

My 9:45 Has Borderline Personality Disorder


Why has this river cut me into an oxbow lake?

Help yourself to some tissues.

Why has the past grown talons?

The present should have a greater wingspan.

Why can’t I stop my sternum crumbling?

Make your exhalations longer than your inhalations.

Why am I a fat bramble: warped, ugly, hostile?

I just counted judgements as if they were beans.

Why has it been raining for nine days solid?


Depressions tend to come inland from the coast.

Why is the sky split across the middle?

I understand very little else about weather.

Why do you hate me?

Let’s play catch with these stones.

Why won’t God ever show Herself?


I have been telling you for an hour: I don’t know.



My 9:45 Has Borderline Personality Disorder was previously published in 'Please Hear What I'm Not Saying', a charity poetry anthology on the subject of mental health.





Olivia Tuck is twenty-one years old and lives in Wiltshire. Her writing has been published on Amaryllis, Lonesome October Lit and in Three Drops from a Cauldron, and is soon to have a poem included in Lighthouse. Her work (including this piece) also featured in Please Hear What I'm Not Saying, a charity poetry anthology on the subject of mental health. Olivia was thrilled to be a guest poet at the 2017 Swindon Poetry Festival. She is due to start at Bath Spa University in the autumn, to study for a BA in Creative Writing.

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