A POEM by MOLLIE WILLOW
rubberband
a gambling man
you throw your phone
in the grass
that song tailing us
through the puffed out blue
we could be anywhere
hands to earth
earth to absence
the night encasing us
like a pool
empty bottle, black eyes
a death wish
you’re so small
i could step on you
forget your image
in the corner shop
neon tube
luminescence
my baby face
spread out, tremendous
on the last green slick
for miles
for once
i'd like to think
about the sky
being gentle
about how everyday
someone has their birthday
watch the candle burn
do it over
i relent
body slam into
your mouth
what good has this done
drag a pin
through your chest
and hold it
against the edge
of what you really mean
i finish my drink
buy another
just don’t speak of it
the fires will keep burning
anyway
ash to ash
tit for tat
cut off the fat
my insides are
unspreadable
your words dragged
through gasoline
this story is a lie
to wake up, forget
cool the sweat
off my back
take it all with you
so long
like the turn
of a wheel
yield to it
Mollie Willow is a writer, poet and florist living by the sea. Their poetry has previously been published in dirt child and Stone of Madness Press.