42 Walls – New Poem
I don’t like this small space between us.
I watch the land for your coming.
They say I’m self pitying,
that maybe buying clothes
I’ll only bundle in my wardrobe and never wear
will make things better.
That if I exhaust myself at the gym,
have showers twice a day
it’ll make my mind wander from the river that is you,
rushing through me.
I would follow you
even to the countries I’m not interested in travelling to,
Turkey, Eygpt, Syria.
I can’t wait for you to meet my Nanna and granddad.
I’d chew cut glass for you,
eat halved lemons, skins and all,
even chunks of Hakarl.*
Some might say I’m a little insane,
I think I’m in love,
To me, well,
I hit walls all the time,
but climb over and build small villages
that’ll last for thousands of years.