By Niamh Jerrie Haran
teething nocturnal tendencies
fanging at bay
a television headset and whistling to
liberated game like a throat
lozenge tastes good when fruity
stacks of unread texts as disco ball
sour faces / flour faces
making dough rise for the thick of it
45-degree neck strain
out twin glazing for a cigarette
circumference reason to sustain something
fucking reason to love something
Author:
Niamh Jerrie Haran (she/her) is a lesbian poet and Irish trad musician based in London. She is part of the Roundhouse Poetry Collective 2019/20 and is an English Undergraduate at King’s College London. Find her on Twitter @niamhjerrie and Instagram @niamh.haran.
This piece is a part of DISTANCED 2.0.
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