See Me
Poetry I made a slingshotfrom a wishbone,duct taped a twigto make a handle,used tendons fromthe heart you ripped outfor elasticand a napkin with anotherwoman’s numberas the pouch. Our love; weaponisedwith light fromdays too distant –unsaid anger scaldstoo encroaching fingertipsas I pull it backbeyond the boundariesof acceptable behaviour,and aim for a placeneither of us remembers. The …