Wednesday, April 22

I say, I say, I say. (A morbid day)

This poem was written as a reply to Simon Armitage's "I say, I say, I say";


to press in, into my skin,
a little harder than before.
Perhaps it would react,
this time,
would do a little more.


There was a whole other section to it, but it became stale, so that is all that remains.

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