‘Knife’, ‘Fly’

Two poems published in Thumb Suck Girl, Issue 1 | 2022

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Thumb Suck Girl is a fashion-focused annual publication that champions female voices in art, music and creative writing created by the artist Medb.

Issue 1: Lux Lisbon collected writings around…

lost romance; seasons changing (emphasis on, but not limited to, summer into autumn specifically); dusk, dirt, & sex; female connection with nature; things beginning to wilt and fade; female friendships and endurance; magic and folklore.

Link to the issue page here.

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Fly

my ode to you is

the word

‘sex’, omitted,

tense, holistic,

a filthy tailgate to a dream

sought, construed,

hot, pursued,

‘a field of flowers’

crunched up like meat,

lean

you cut me up and place me down

you shut me in to let me out

for a touch to blow over,

that’s a joke, honey

to be glazed, sunny

I’ve been too easy with my laughs.

when really,

surely,

no really,

truly,

all the petals rattle

in your shortcoming.

and I wing it every time

and I fervently hope to

Knife

my feet, cold, frosted over

the seasons, slipped, with its mother.

a duvet only comforts the numb and

sunder,

divides up the micro and macro

interactions driven.

timidity, wrapped up in consecutive cosiness...

but that warmth is counterfeit.

forged, from the bottom of your heart,

to the top of mine...

not once did we intertwine.

feet, cold, feet, cold, feet for you and me.

we tiptoed around each other,

smiled because we meant it

wanted it, needed it

but not for the reasons you would believe.

apprehension kept at bay,

it barks like a thousand suns

and I only say that because it’s a cliché,

and clichés are always true.

I learnt that from you

your wonderful, darling self,

a sun I once barked for a thousand bays

kept, held, twisted

(don’t get it)

unless you meant of

my feet,

cold, frosted over.