singing in the shower
R.E.M, imitation of life
into orange crush. Flights to San Francisco, ticket to ride
cable cars. These nights I brush
my teeth until they bleed and I snort
Abba Gold and white triumphantly, Oh, Mammia Mia

this cubicle’s tight;
I got tattooed. Got sick, repented
until everything was coloured like meat
beneath a microscope,
fleshy red
I dreamt
in red but feel in blue

work is a lame duck
work is a constant and I am the river
ripped in two like a pair
of spread legs around it

Instead of lying in bed and seeing if I could feel my own blood boil
– I could,
I should be
Out There, not a DuBois blanching in
the sun of someone else’s endeavour

and there is the fever
the fever
I am exhausted but I am glittering,
a balanced knife

hey you, this is YOUR LIFE
capitalised – spiky, unclean as
ash on the blackboard,
skin on the floor.

About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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