Monday, 18 November 2013

A poem by Jadine Eagle


The kettle leaks
A spider missing two legs
hangs from the ceiling
unable to ascend
Drops, lost
in the migraine carpet

Cells pulse
stretch back to the hollow
nothing before stardust
bursts into bloom
The milk is off and the cake
sunk in the middle

Recycling box chinks empty
wine bottles. Should scare
me. I shrug: dress myself
in grease and old bed
Did the weight of my new skin
crush you?

I drop
ice cream on the kitchen floor
I fold onto the tiles, frozen
with inaction, watch
plain vanilla melt

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