fairy lights rock from the street lightsin a curled windwe thought we’d see starsbut they’ve gone and done thiswrapped a rough blanket round our knees we cried in the direction of the seathe black on black water slap slap slap in my faceyour presence like a hand on my hard hearta push in the chesttheContinue reading “Lydia Unsworth: Walk Around Town”
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