Fiction & Poetry

Happy little poem

A factory worker/poet’s snapshot of one short space of time.


I have gained
indulgence pounds
small darknesses around
my eyes
and little
insight

and I’m feeling
old
old
older than voices
I am 35
tiredness hangs around me
a cold unflattering coat

fatigue is no longer to just
drive through
rather something to be
appreciated
quietly
in its absence
the sound of a cathedral bell
up close
birthday parties when
they’re over

and life in all its forms
to me is holy and wondrous
pistons
birdsong
lichen and candlelight
etc.
but lately I’ve been catching myself
at odd moments
looking forward
in a way
to a long lie down

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