You say you like it when my voice is quiet, And I wonder how to make a cave From the softness of my throat. I don’t know how it began, this Contorting of myself into your shape, How I learned to swallow your shoes until They stood inside me, little men, Making me afraid of … Continue reading Wife


To My Husband (Somewhat), On Why You Are Extraordinary

We used to have those fights. You know the ones. Who's more tired? Who's done more? Whose turn is it to do x,y,z, crawl out of bed, curse the other in our heads? Make the bottle, burn our fingers? We'd barely graced our twenties, still chased each other on trampolines. Two summers with you as the hot centre … Continue reading To My Husband (Somewhat), On Why You Are Extraordinary