She revved off on her quad to fetch
lavender for the pillow that she crushed
under her ugly black fingernails and kneaded
in. The baby slept. She was gone
without a word. When I saw her
this morning, she was whitewash on walls
cleaning the shit off with scrunched sun.
Yesterday, I dreamed the Elephant Trees
were her teeth clamped crooked over
the maw of thick morning. The horizon
has the imperceptible twist of a smile.
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Joe Wright is a poet from County Durham. He was a Foyle Young Poet of the Year and was shortlisted for the Young Northern Writers’ Awards. His poetry has been featured in Carmen Et Error and he studies English at Cambridge University.
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