POETRY KITe ANTHOLOGY

This

This thing
This another

This fuss
This bother

This bargain
This basement

This Roger
This Casement

This hammer
This nail

This church
This sale

This nook
This cranny

This Ardant
This Fanny

Off my head

They could tell straightway that I was off my head
when I didn’t have to cringe on entering
the room. There was all that extra space above
my neck. I liked the lightness, the sense that there
was nothing to worry about; or rather; nothing
to worry with. I couldn’t understand
why they looked so disgusted: I was happy,
wasn’t I? Someone new threw up.
Apparently it wasn’t decent, strolling around without
a by-your-leave. I left. All the twisting
between my shoulders gone for good. The self-
doubt wiped away. I shook out the contents
of my bag into the nearest bin.
A voice shrieked, I’ve found your head! I ran.


(C) Rosie Lugosi