87-87
Against
the Brain
Another One from the Shower
Blood
Cold
Feet
Crosswoards
Eat
Your Orange Like an Apple
Goldfish
Il y a quelque chose de soupçonneux
Inner
Circle
Love Poem
Medicine
Not Even a Lover
One Day When
Personal Statement
Post-dialogue
Response
Unnecessary Words
Vacaciones Cubitas
We Are
We Like Notebooks
Weird Angle
Whenever
I feel unwell,
I try not to make a story of it.
Not shove it into people’s faces.
It’s like having a nosebleed,
and leaning your head to the back a little,
so that the blood doesn’t trickle from your nose,
but down your throat instead.
It feels horrible, but at least
no one can see the horror in full scale.
In fact, they can’t see it at all:
who’d pay attention to the
weird angle my head is at?
© Marta Lucy Summer 2010. All rights reserved.
