I’m chuffed to have my poem Hush appear in the recent Confession Issue of Cordite Poetry Review. There are some extraordinary poems in the issue, as well as some stunning photography by Therese Ritchie. My thanks to editors Keri Glastonbury & Kent MacCarter!
You’re bloated and there is
fear in your gaze.
You’ve demanded the right
to be this way and I
Mirtazapine bought no peace.
Food wrappers, razor blades, beer bottles, bong.
Your body is an energy pushing
pain into a form which it commands
the world to witness —
I witness you.
I look into your eyes and whisper
— with my eyes — I see you.
Bitch, you shoot, from the dark side of your mouth,
your head in chaotic orbit.
I’m whatever you need me to be, baby.
Let’s croon the moon to sleep like we used to.