2 poems by Annie Katchinska

Under the wheel


 
Sweet
 
in the middle of a madness sweet. Here’s how I snatched, I snatched
 
attention. Sweet in the middle of a headache sweet. From a red unpickable place
 

in the mind I knew what was coming and took precautions.

Quietly
 
round-faced really sweet in the middle of an animal sweet.


 
Head bright and still like a gallery. Red plaster, plastic suspended
 
from the ceiling, shiny surfaces, sour
 
lollipops stuck


 
to the floor not yet licked down to nothing, big ripped polystyrene shards
 
never, never
 
fall down tasting mini sharp scratchy paperclips through which my,


 
my voice was sweet
 
in the middle of gargling sweet in the middle of a
 
proper good smothering sweet. Because


 
in the middle
 
in a little belly button in the middle of a bare belly possible to hate
 
and worth


 
hating I was, I was.
 
Sweet
 
in the middle of knives knives sweet. Horse therapy, Los Angeles. Outer space


 
to take me, take me. My lips, my lips unusually open when they bust
 
down the door
 
and they bust it down for me. Sweet in the middle of


 
Contractual love Sweet. Sweet Asleep
 
through a long-Haul Flight
 
Sweet. Sweet in The Middle


 
of these Big Professionals Sweet. Sweet In
 
The Centre Of Opinions Reflected In A Massive Drink Way Too Sweet.
 
In The Middle Of what? what?
 

 
She’s temperamental


 
Dragging the bag you’ve had since high school a frayed strap straining forever coming loose.
 
Bunched in, crammed into the beating pulsing body you think you can call a body.
 

Yelp your cheap red compact rage into a pillow.
 
Flattened stamped into a woman rectangle down to the very last pummelling a pillow.
 

You know this exists yes a feeling like this, falling aren’t you a density, aren’t you.
 
Spliced not screaming under the sun not a single word she waves
 

At someone else, press everything right down into yourself, lumpy glittery rocks
 
In the National Park.
 

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Annie Katchinska was born in Moscow in 1990. She won an Eric Gregory Award in 2018. She was a Faber New Poet in 2010 and her second pamphlet Natto was published in 2018 by If A Leaf Falls Press. She lives and works in London.