izzy

sitting at IKEA tasting meat balls
I look around, take it in,
appraise it

I see a kid carrying soft drink
I think ‘this kid’s got a really big head’
and he does, it’s fucking huge

last night I turned into a wave
heavy and huge and
sparkling with phosphorescence

tumbling forward with a terrible kind of force

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sarah

Splayed out on this groaning bed
I breathe in deep that old-sock smell
And imagine it’s the ocean
Squint at the sprays of mould on the white plaster ceiling
Inverted, they could almost be the stars

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