Monday, 5 March 2018


I have already suspended gravity
and moved outside.
Outside of myself.
Outside of my world.
Now I need to work out how
to reach out.
Reach out and catch my world
before it floats away into nothingness
or is swallowed up by the sun.
Melted away.
I am so small,
I am giving up hope.
I need to learn how to move
in suspension.
How to control
my movement.
How to grow large enough
to make a catch.
I feel too small,
ever smaller.
Moving away.
Unable to make it.
Unable to make a catch.

First published in Literature Today, Escape issue, 2018

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