I SIT ON YOUR FACE IN PARLIAMENT SQUARE

A POEM BY PRUDENCE CHAMBERLAIN

We are all worried about non-consensual urine               & the things that look           like non-consensual urine. Wilfully obtuse together       me angled over your nose bridging the gap of brushed denim crotch between us           I think

of your nose & loneliness                 crude, unchanging blues                         Winter

 

They can’t breathe in Ferguson                  & between my thighs you are struggling too                     we are esprit & broken glasses       Netflix direct to television    a free burrito with every Christmas jumper

 

Knee deep in everything, which is only news outlets online       we perform uncensored; all we want is to ejaculate on screen               & to live without fear.

 

Somewhere, Russell Brand eats a pasty, somewhere, we all have appetites, & everywhere we are becoming skilled iconographers, or cartographers, or professionals on who has died where and why it matters for a brand new hashtag

 

Artwork © Cindy Rehm

 

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