THE FROGMORE POETRY PRIZE 2012
Inside where the darkness stops,
half her weight. She curls in the curve
she feels pain. Inhales, exhales;
Her room’s changed shape, dimension.
she stretches her length, cranks up
in her bed at night. She meets pain.
Opens The Waves.
Outside, the morning blisters. I feel
She submerges, airless. Week 936,
she buckles under, greets pain.
the water’s skin.