to wait behind, or folk to watch acutely
for invasion of your space. No queues outside

in all weathers ready for the nod to enter
and buy all those things you miss

Like hugs and handshakes and the gentle
stroke of understanding.

No plastic screens raised against spit
and infected water droplets.

No arrows to follow one way around
When we begin afresh, refreshed.

 

 

 

Selected byJenn Zed
Image credit:Adrien Delforge

I am a shop assistant, after employment as a security guard, postman, admin. assistant, lecturer, and poetry performer with "Rats for Love." My work appears in "Rats for Love: The Book," Bristol Broadsides, 1990. First chapbook: "The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley" (Dearne Community Arts, 1993). Recently published in Blazevox, Nixes Mate, Live Nude Poems, The Bezine, The Bees Are Dead, and others. Chapbooks include "The Headpoke and Firewedding" (Alien Buddha Press, 2017) illustrated chapbook, "A World Where" (Nixes Mate Press, 2017), "The Spermbot Blues" (OpPRESS, 2017), "She Needs That Edge" (Nixes Mate Press, 2018). Forthcoming "Stubborn Sod" a collaboration with amazing Dutch artist Marcel Herms.

 

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