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for a spell

Poet: Laura Theis

the solitude is

an unexpected present

 

it’s a hot day

the river bank’s earth cakes and ridges

 

I bake along with it then swim

in the dirty dirty river

 

I share the water with things that float

bird feathers bottles blossoms

 

condoms and copulating

dragonflies

 

I share the river with things which pollute

engines and boat motor oil

 

the bridge ahead blasts strange graffiti

Banu it says is god

 

Banu’s my mum’s name

I think she’d agree

 

I turn away and swim back towards

the towel I pilfered

 

from the peeved dog and a waiting

tupperware of yellow cherries

 

maybe this is what you meant

when you wrote that

 

it’s moments like these we 

decide to take one more breath 

 

the water phasing into

a thin layer of warmth over the cold undercurrent

 

I am afraid of happiness

but floating here

 

in this stream of water and diluted sewage

I let it in

 

Laura Theis is the author of the acclaimed poetry collection 'how to extricate yourself' (Dempsey&Windle). Her work has been widely anthologised, appears in a variety of literary journals from Strange Horizons to Mslexia, and was published in the UK, Ireland, Belgium, Germany, Canada and the U.S. An AM Heath Prize recipient, she has also won the Brian Dempsey Memorial Pamphlet Prize, the Hammond House International Literary Award for Poetry, the 2020 Mogford Short Story Prize and she was a finalist in over twenty other international literary competitions.

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